Ok, so I am going to admit something that I don’t want to admit. I took my dog Boots to the vet today, thinking he sliced his paw open and that there was blood crusted on his pad. He was limping pretty badly, and licking up a storm. I waited patiently in the lobby, wondering what he could have managed to do this time. After a thorough exam, Dr. Tripp looked at me and said, “Um, I don’t see anything but a bunch of sap on his pad.” I looked again…
I took my damn beagle all the way to the vet’s on a day that I had NO spare time just to find out that there was no cut, but only a blackberry thorn, sap and an overgrown toenail. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is??? Granted, usually Boots would have had some odd injury, but if I had just looked a little more. Ugh. How embarrassing.
So tomorrow I head down to Los Angeles! I’m so excited to see friends and have some time in the city I called home for so long. I’m looking forward to revisiting old haunts and maybe even putting on some make-up and pretty clothes! Wow, that would be a change! I packed everything and anything that I could fit. I feel like I’m so out of touch with what to wear now. I used to be in the middle of the “scene” and now all I wear are sweatshirts and black rubber boots — I make them look good though! Hee hee.
Because of the upcoming trip to California, I had to make sure that I tied up all the loose ends around the farm. I had 20 lily bulbs I had to plant before I left, and I couldn’t do so until we took out some other bushes that weren’t happy, tilled the ground, and then put in new soil. Thank goodness Victor was able to help!
Victor himself was quite busy today. Since it was the first day in quite a while with no rain, he and Calixto (the caretaker at the barn where the horses are boarded) were able to work his plot of land behind the shop (as well as finish what was left to be tilled in my garden). They borrowed a tractor and rototiller from yet another neighbor, and within a couple hours had all of the soil turned and worked through. Victor is thrilled that he can start working on his rows and setting things up for more spring planting!
Thankfully, the day ended better than it began. After a bit of a rough night with a sick baby, I woke to the sound of my mother-in-law heading out the door to go get Victor and Lorena. “That’s so nice of her,” I thought. When she returned, she had this expression on her face that made me think that maybe she had crashed the car or something. As she stood there in her long coat, Uggs, over what looked like her pajamas, she blurted out, “I locked the guest room door, and can’t get back in.” I figured it’d be easy enough to unlock with a credit card, bobby pin, or some other trick, but I learned something new about the basement guest room. It needs a key, and we had no idea where it was. We scoured the house, but without success. So, the locksmith made some easy money. Poor Phyllis! What a rotten way to start the day!
One of the highlights of my day was that I finally discovered what it was that Frank cut himself on…as we walked to the pasture, both horses spooked a bit when they caught sight of a piece of corrugated plastic roofing that had blown off in the windstorm the other day. Avdoo, being the level-headed horse that he is, smelled it, and was ready to get on with the next thing. Frank, however, just couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that the damn thing wasn’t going to kill him. I decided to work with him a bit to get him to chill out – the drill? Going for a walk around the pasture while I held the piece of roofing in my hand. Sounds simple – but trust me, for Frank, that was more of a workout than a 5 hour trail ride! After quite a while, he was actually able to eat with the piece right next to his muzzle and I could step on it without him freaking out. An accomplishment, believe me. Avdoo was my helper the whole time. He didn’t have a halter on, but he would follow us around, and even let me put the darn piece over his eyes, over his ears, on his back, under his feet…Frank seemed to relax a bit after all that. Thanks, Avdoo! ANYWAY, during that hour of walking through the pasture, I discovered what had cut Frank. I’m so relieved to know that it no longer poses a threat, and that I now know what caused all those cuts.
So yes, my day was once again full. I can’t wait to go on a little vacation and enjoy a break from all the busyness! WOO HOO!
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