Life on a family farm
in the wilds of
Upstate New York
Monday, July 18, 2016
All the man pants...the worky ones....are freshly hung on the clothesline. Finally, kinda, sorta, caught up on laundry, the third day home from camp. There are still towels, but there are always towels...it's a given with 7 people taking showers here. Some of them more often than others. Cue the storm. Thunder rolls, rain begins. Ah, well, a nice fresh rinse, right?
We worried about taking Fin to camp, what with his new puppy immune system and all, and he thrived all week. Brought him home. Three days and he's sick. Fun to find a pet vet at this point. I had planned to take him to the place where he was vetted before we bought him, but they wouldn't see him until late tomorrow. Gee, thanks. Took him up to Fort Plain where I used to take the old BCs back in the day. No concrete diagnosis, as diarrhea in puppies is a vague kind of thing, but he has some good medicines to be going on with. By way of explanation I do my own basic vaccines and take the dogs to our farm vet for rabies shots. Hopefully he will be okay. I don't know that I have ever fallen so hard and fast for a dog. He is a good one.
Men are working on the hell wagon that has been broken for a couple of months. May it come apart quickly, be repaired cheaply, and go back together right. Pretty please. And then a little hay weather would be nice. Although the state is under a drought advisory it has sure rained a bunch the past couple of weeks... I should be working on the Farm Side, which will once again be appearing on Fridays. Fine with me. It ran on Fridays since 1998 and I never really got why it moved to Saturday. Whatever..... And there you have it, all the news from the Monday after camp. Fit to print or otherwise.