Just photographs today, in honor of the Easter weekend, spring and the insanity of our last few days. So, it’s all MEANWHILE, back on the farm:
I’ll get right to the insanity part (as if we all needed more in our lives). Skip was running with a visiting dog, and came back to me on three legs, his right rear held up high and in a weird, unnatural position. It was sticking out laterally at the hip, as if he’d dislocated it. It looked horrific.
I’ll give you the good news right away: His hip is not dislocated, and it is doubtful that he tore anything. However, we didn’t know that for several days, (we’re still not sure) while I snot-sobbed about an endless recovery after hip or cruciate surgery under Covid-crisis conditions. But, cross your paws oh please please please; it looks more like he just bashed it and bruised muscles or perhaps his patella. I’ve had extensive conversations with a great sports medicine veterinarian, (Dr. David Edinger), and will take Skip in soon if he doesn’t continue to improve. I’ve been icing it four times a day, followed by massaging the muscles around the injured area. He is starting to put weight on it, which is a wonderful thing. No matter what it is, it’s clearly going to take some time to heal, which means no long walks twice a day watching the BCs play, no working Skip on sheep. That’s part of what’s keeping me sane, so cross your paws for a recovery sooner rather than later. I’ll keep you posted when I find out more.
A few things to note about the photo below: First, I am not tearing Skip’s ear off or doing a chiropractic adjustment to his neck while icing his knee. He turned his head that way himself, and I was stroking his ear. Please do not contact animal welfare. Second, I have sheep on my socks. Thought you should know. Third, I have red nail polish on, which is as atypical of me as it can get. I did it last week in a moment of desperation for something different and silly. Of course, it was half gone in two days after gardening, washing my hands 10,000 times; not to mention doing a crappy job of it.
Maggie is worried. It didn’t take anything special to know that something was terribly wrong the last few days. Here she, staring at me while I ice Skip, while sitting outside of the Ex-pen we are using to keep Skip in the living room (which is actually open cuz mostly he’s been on a leash with us if he’s out of the crate).
Maggie and I just worked the sheep, which helped her head immensely I think. (Mine too no doubt.) Less so the sheep, newly shorn, who were not thrilled about having their grazing on spring grass interrupted:
Here’s the other good news: The world is going on as usual around us, and it’s really spring. And crocus are such perfect Easter colors:
We took a walk at Walking Iron Park with some dear friends Friday afternoon, a wonderful diversion. Here are the first flowers in the prairie, Pasque Flowers:
Jim got this photo of a male Bluebird, who entertained us along with his mate on our walk:
And last, here’s what we did yesterday with some eggs, food coloring and some “food decorating pens”:
Here’s to you! Stay safe, stay well, and let us know how you are doing. (And stay tuned, another Come, Sit, Stay podcast coming up this weekend. I’ll let you know more soon.)