There are some weeks where you question whether or not you have ticked off the universe. I am sure my rascally youth is coming back to bite me.
I am dealing with Diaper Boy again. Yes, Scrappy is up to his old antics. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and did a urine analysis. Think: woman+dog+soup ladle. It came back negative. Since nothing is every un-complicated, I either have to diaper him up or put him in his crate. Diaper: he squirms out of it within minutes of me leaving the house. Crate: causes great angst in Bernie, who then chews up things that are bad for her. So now I am crating them both.
Sneezing Cat. All of a sudden, Slimmie is sneezing. A lot. I've checked for runny eyes and nose, and so far, just sneezing. I have to make an early morning appointment for him. I don't like respiratory ailments left unchecked.
Sick Lamb. This morning, Linden was uncharacteristically low-key. He was curled in a ball under the tree, shivering. Everyone else was eating and romping. So, a call to the other vet and a wrestling match to take his temperature and splurt some maple syrup down his gullet to stimulate his appetite. Temperature was normal and he seemed to like the maple syrup. So did Bartlett and Juno, who mobbed me when I had Linden in a half-nelson. Apparently, the 'stimulus' of having a cold thermometer put where the sun don't shine, followed by a dose of maple syrup was enough, at least, to get him on his feet. But he was still rather lethargic. I am sure that this weather doesn't help. It's been almost non-stop cold, damp windy weather. An hour later, Linden was standing on Hoosier, chewing on his ears. Not exactly bouncing, but looking better. Since I have a limited amount of time I can take off from work, I decided to go in and asked Melanie to meet the vet when she came. But, I tell you, it can just tear at you when you have to leave an animal under your care that is not up to par.
I am hoping that the old adage of bad things coming in threes holds true!