Hi Mom,
Just got out of the shower, after coming in dripping from two and a half hours of yard
work. It’s appalling and amazing how
quickly weeds regrow, even after being blasted with serious herbicides. Kinda reassuring
too, though. When the apocalypse comes,
at least we know bugs and ragweed will return!
I also spent some time with the weed-whacker, cleaning up the edges of
the gardens. The dogs were both out with
me, mostly sticking around, but with our 10 acres, plus the surrounding fields,
sometimes the temptation gets to be too much.
All of a sudden, I notice there are no dogs to be seen – rabbits,
beware! Good thing I can make that
really loud whistle; the shock collars help, too. Sometimes Henry (the 14 month old Golden mix)
will simply look at me, obviously wondering why I’m jumping up and down, making
all that racket (“What does screaming ‘Henry, come!!!!’ mean again?”) . That’s when he gets a small tap with the
shock collar to remind him… He also gets
a treat when he comes back, so the world is not entirely hostile to adventurous
dogs. Molly, on the other hand, as a 10
year old Lab, is usually content to wander with me on my rounds. There are certain advantages to older dogs…
I had to bring Molly back to the vet today to deal with a seroma
that developed in her laceration site. They
drained it and put on a pressure wrap (pretty pink Vetrap), which was down
around her paw by the time we got home. The
laceration is up by her elbow on the inside and front of her leg, so the wrap
really needs to be tucked up and around the elbow to have any chance of staying
put. I redid it and we’ll see how long
it lasts. At least they only charged me for a set of
antibiotics. I have pet insurance for
Henry, but not for Molly, so of course she’s the one who got injured. I’m still not certain what she sliced herself
open on, though I think the old harrow is the only possibility. I still feel bad that I sent her back for her
Frisbee, after she came gimpily trotting towards me. She obediently turned around, picked up the
Frisbee, and came on back to me. Then I saw the gaping wound and the
blood running down her leg! She’s such a
good girl. Can anything beat a good Lab?
Fred’s been riding regularly again, which is good. My old horse is basically retired, but the
two younger ones need regular work, especially Faye. She’s so pretty! We can’t afford lessons or shows these days,
but Fred certainly knows enough to get her into pretty darn good shape. If we ever do have to sell her, at least she’d
stand a better chance for a good and permanent home if she’s reasonably
well-trained and showing some dressage ability.
I do love being able to watch horses ramble around outside my window,
but they are not an inexpensive hobby!
Time for a check of the nestboxes. We had one brood of tree swallows fledge, one
of bluebirds, and are waiting out one more of each. I’m keeping an eye on the empty boxes in case
some $%#@ house sparrow decides to move in – NOT! I want to mount some
more nestboxes – I’ll tell you about the building process in my next letter.
Take care!
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