There is still two feet of snow on the ground, and more in piles shoved by plows and blown by wind. But, we’re also seeing patches of bare ground. Dead leaves are visible under the wood pile. Grass is visible circling tree trunks. These hints of springtime are welcome. But, the warmth awakens things that have rested protected under the snow cover.
On Sunday night, Lily’s face swelled up. Her lips thickened to three times their normal size. Her eyelids drooped. Her chin sagged. This came on suddenly. She did what she always does when she doesn’t feel well – she hid under my desk and blamed me. Pointing a camera at her stresses her out, and so I took this quick one, which doesn’t clearly show the extent of the swelling, but you can see how she feels about it!
Lily could still breathe and eat. There was no sign of injury. Her teeth looked fine. It was 11 pm. I gave her a Benadryl and we went to bed. In the morning her muzzle was turning black. We went to the vet.
Dr. Sarah is the rare medical practitioner who is both practical and intuitive. She looked Lily over. Lily’s temperature and breathing were fine. This wasn’t an old dog illness as I had feared. The issue was localized to the muzzle. Dr. Sarah knows Lily, she knows that my dog is a hunter and a protector. The best guess was that Lily surprised an emerging spider. A shot of steroids and another of Benadryl were administered. No invasive and expensive testing was done. If Lily didn’t recover by that evening, then Dr. Sarah would investigate further. But we didn’t have to return to the vet’s office. By Tuesday morning, Lily was back on the job.
Lily will be twelve years old on April 1. Such a good farm dog, even if she does sometimes stir up trouble.
Yesterday I had a root canal done, which required me to be sedated. After coming back from the dentist, I spent the rest of the day sleeping. Scooter was ecstatic. Napping on the couch is what he does all day, and he had a buddy! Lily was worried, my behavior was not normal. She doesn’t like it when things aren’t normal.
Today I’m packing for a trip to an animal training conference – Clicker Expo. The flight out is tonight. Lily knows what a suitcase means. She tells me how she feels about it.
Once I’ve headed out the door, she’ll do what she always does when I’m gone. She’ll sleep. It’s the joke in the family. When I arrive back home, even after just a day away, my son will ask, “Guess what Lily did today?” over Lily’s barking, her zoomies, and her nudges for attention. “What?” I ask. “She slept!”
There’s a store at the conference, and I know that it sells excellent treats and bones. I’ll get something for Lily, who will surely be bursting with energy after her long weekend nap. Yes, I’ll get something for Scooter too, just because.
My son suggested that I post photos on Instagram. I balked at joining yet “another social media platform” (his words). I’ve tried Twitter. It’s not my thing. I do FaceBook because it’s how many of you stay in touch. Blogging suits me. I’d rather keep my posts to that alone, but he said I’d like Instagram, so I’m giving it a try. Rather like in the Dr. Seuss book, Green Eggs and Ham, I resisted mightily (I do not like Instagram, I do not like it, Sam I Am) only to find out, I do like Instagram. At least, I like it the way I’m using it. I’m doing an animal photo a day, under the hashtag #hencamdailyanimal. This gives me an excuse to do what I love the most, observing my animals and capturing a moment in time with them. Here is what I’ve posted so far.
Scooter waits for the snow to melt.
Lily waits for the snow to melt.
It’s mud season. Apparent on Pip’s nose.
This is the best view in the world.
You can find me on Instagram at HenCam.
Here’s something fun to bring us into the weekend.
How many jobs do you think this old plow horse did around the farm?
From the landscape in the background, it looks like this was an isolated homestead. Perhaps friend was the most important.
My guess is that the woman and girl in the saddle are visiting relatives. The boy knows how good the mare is being.
I remember, when I was a very little girl, seeing the milkman deliver dairy products into a tin box in the carport. You can find those containers at flea markets. I have one. It’s in the guest bathroom. I could use it to store toilet paper.
But, for that, I use this vintage egg basket that long ago lost its handle.
Instead, I have repurposed the cooler for use as a trash can.
Do you remember the milkman? Do you have one of these coolers? What do you use it for?