True confessions: I’m just back to work, after a lovely holiday weekend with Jim, Maggie and Willie. (Tootsie got to stay home with a farm sitter and be Dog #1 all weekend. I suspect she loved it.) No time then to do research on this week’s blog, but here’s a scrap book of some of our fun:
We stayed at a dear friend’s cabin in the woods about 2 hours away from the farm. Here’s our favorite road sign of the trip:
I will leave it to your imagination to imagine the jokes that ensued. We did find ourselves needing to stop at a gas station soon after seeing the signs though…
Maggie and Willie loved where we stayed. Forty acres of Maple-Birch-Beechwood woods, great hiking trails and our very own pond with water lilies, a resident Kingfisher, and Bullfrogs whose croaking sounded so strange to Maggie that she wouldn’t pee for hours when we first let her out. I guess we should’ve pointed out the signs above to her…?
We took several hour-long walks in the woods, complete with lots of sniffing (dogs), bird watching (us) and playing tug with sticks (dogs). We almost didn’t make it to the cabin–Maggie had horrific diarrhea and vomiting the morning we left. Poor baby whined once in her crate at 5 am, but never repeated it, so I figured all was well and went down to find her standing in a cesspool of yuckness. She must have been standing there for an hour, without making a peep. (Have I mentioned what an amazingly wonderful dog she is?) After a long discussion with the vet (who I woke up at home, thank you Dr. John), no further vomiting and a plan to return home instantly if she didn’t improve, we took off mid-afternoon. She’s been fine ever since, although of course I fasted her for 24 hours, and then only gave her rice with chicken stock. I wish I had a photo of her face when I put their bowls down. She looked at her bowl of boiled rice, looked at Willie’s bowl full of fish-based kibble, liver and vegetables, and then looked at me. Let’s just say that her face was not an example of the unconditional love that dogs are supposed to give us. I actually laughed out loud, but also sympathized. I’m so glad she got better; it was great to see her have so much fun on her first real trip away from home since we got her. Here are Maggie and Willie playing tug on one of the trails.
On Friday we got to go out on our friend’s boat Lake Michigan and fish for salmon and trout. (Thank you Barbara and Don!) Here’s a photo of Jim, my handsome and not-old man of the sea.
Lucky me even got to reel the only salmon that took the bait, which we had for a delicious dinner last night (complete with a sauce of dill-chive goat cheese, yogurt, green onions and mustard.) Super yum.
We got home yesterday after a wonderful, relaxing trip, gloried in saying hi to Tootsie and checking on the sheep. The vet came out this morning to check on Salt’s broken leg. Here’s Dr. Jeff Kunart and Bree-Ann (spelling?), a vet tech student from MATC.
The bone seems to have healed well, but he has a nasty sore behind his leg where the splint rubbed. Dr. Jeff treated the sore and put on some supporting padding (the foam insulation that goes around pipes, every sheep owner has some!) wrapped with sheep-themed vet wrap.
Hopefully he’ll be doing well enough on Thursday to get it all off and go back to grazing with the main flock. Based on the amount of baa’ing, his mom and sister are sick of being isolated.
What about you? Did the U.S. readers have a good holiday? Did your dogs get through the fire works without problems? We were lucky; we got to watch great fireworks from a boat in the Port Washington marina, but Willie and Maggie were safely tucked away in the woods far away from any noise. How about around the rest of the world? (How is winter in NZ and Australia right now?!)