Hmmmm

Before Nemo

So under the weather I can't even think of a title. Not sick, thankfully, just literally under the weather. Freezing rain for today, another big storm looming on the horizon. I think this will be a February to remember.

Hopefully, barring disasters, the cows can go outside to eat today, as there is thick snow on the ice and it is supposed to be somewhat warmer. That will be easier for the bale rollers and hay forkers among us and I'm sure the ladies will enjoy running around in the snow and squabbling among themselves.

After Nemo

Yesterday our boy made his longest journey yet, off to a job in Washington DC. It was a scary trip with a runaway tractor trailer passing him at high speed in the Pennsylvania hills, dodging in and out of traffic right in front of him, then careening off into one of those runaway truck catcher things.

My heart about stopped hearing about it, though no harm was done. Now he is surrounded by green grass and trees with leaves and buds. I like hearing about that and am wishing I had stowed away.

 

It is hard to believe that spring is just a day's drive south of us, but I guess it is. 

Meanwhile, I hadn't been writing about it, because it makes me so sad, but a blog friend's sadness over a similar situation made me think that maybe I should...Nick is not doing well. Last of the three collies, he came down with old dog vestibular disease last week. The other two, Mike and Gael, both had it, got used to the concept of being tippy, and went on for years with it.


Sometimes they were worse. Sometimes they were better, but they soldiered on despite it. Nick just gave up the very first morning. Just quit. I had to lift him outdoors and hand him in. He ate one can of dog food and quit that too. Wouldn't even eat peanut butter if I put it in his mouth. Not even his beloved bread.

Yesterday I smeared peanut butter on his teeth so he HAD to eat it. A few hours later he toddled outside on his own, took care of business, and toddled back in. I fried up some bacon so he could have bacon grease on his bread and he ate that. 

Same story this morning. I am aware that this reprieve will probably be short. He just doesn't seem to have a lot of try in him, unlike the other two dogs. They were so keen that years after they were retired due to blindness and infirmity, if they would sneak outside when I was moving cows they would join right in. I think they found the cows by Braille or something. He just isn't that way, and never has been.....although he was always the best one with the kids...Not much more to say. I will do what I can for him as long as I can do it.