Charlotte begins her Slow Recovery. Because I said so.

Yesterday, I called the vet to talk about The Shush Sister Charlotte, who is still walking very wonkily.  And not often. She lists to the side like a sinking container ship. 

But the vet was out for the day and would not be back until Monday.  No-one could help me there. Hmm. 

I called the breeder, no joy there either. By then I was feeling a bit annoyed with them all. So I decided to take things into my own hands and looked on the internet and discovered that pigs can take aspirin. Who knew!  One and a half per hundred pounds. So I  gave her three with some honey. Charlotte woofed it down then went back to her corner. Whether it was the aspirin or just that she is into her third day of recovery ( I refuse to discuss anything other than recovery) but she did move about a bit within the hour and she stood up to eat later in the afternoon.  Putting her foot down when she was eating.  

So I think she is ever so slightly on the mend. The mornings are the worst for her though.  Stiff I suppose. Ella Dee has suggested arnica and glucosamine. So we will find those too. I swear, between us, using all the knowledge the Weblog family has, and the support and good thoughts from you all, I think we can pull her through ourselves.  (That was a muddled sentence but it is too early in the morning for me to untangle it and I am sure you know what I am saying!

The Daily View, a month ago –

And yesterday.

The night temperatures are dropping. Twenty Two F. That is something like minus 4C. Chilly. 

Now I am going to go and grind up some aspirin for our girl (the hardest part is making sure it is Charlotte who gets the pain relief not that Sheila, but so far so good).

Daisy has new milking cups as part of the ever lasting mission to get the most comfortable and efficient milking system for the winter and these cups have a wee area at the top of clear plastic, so we can see what quarter is  giving how much milk, it is pretty neat actually.  They arrived yesterday.  Daisy does not care. Daisy being Daisy just eats, whips me with her tail and tries to kick the cups off when she decides she is finished.  Which is usually about the time she is finished but I prefer to take them off myself thank you very much Daisy.

Have a lovely day.

celi

PS. Yesterday I wrote 3, 656 words, good words too I think, which brought my big total up to 12, 487 words. And I found that yesterday I was writing better too. The actual content is improving. I am not allowed to edit but I can already see where I will be deleting, adding and reworking  when January comes along.  But the story is fun. We just found the husband in a freezer in the back of a removal van!  Fantastic.  Ah well, we did not like him much anyway!

PSS. If you have a teenager saying what shall I do with my life tell her or him to be a vet. They will never ever be out of work.