Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Poor Old Rupert...

Rupert has a hoof abscess again (he had one last September too). He's sore on his right foreleg and has a marked limp. Gord came this afternoon to try to drain it, but it's too deep in the heel to reach...so we have to wait for it to resolve on its own. I'll pick up some bute tomorrow for comfort, and we'll do epsom salt soaks. In the meantime, he's confined to his pen, and has been told to lose weight.

Things are quiet here now after lots of company on and off for the past six or seven weeks. We had eight friends from the coast up for the long weekend, and we sat up far, far too late around the campfire on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights. I'm paying for it today, and will be early to bed.

There's a thunderstorm started up since I started writing this, and 90 lb Lucy is doing her best to climb into my lap to be saved from the dreaded thunder!

1 comment:

ila said...

Poor Rupert indeed.