|Linden before hoof trimming.|
Linden at the thought of hoof trimming.
Besides being a wonderfully decent and kind guy, my vet has the patience of Job. Linden has been lame for a while and I knew there was trouble afoot (pun intended). He is the sweetest wether you can meet. He loves it when I scritch behind his ears - will look adoringly (or so I think) into your eyes as you give him a nice scratchy-all-over. But try to get him to go where he doesn't want to go? Crazy Sheep!!!
My vet came out last evening because I knew he needed (desperately) his hooves trimmed - especially his left front - and I cannot make any headway on my own. So we manhandled him to the upper paddock and, after a lot of sweating and swearing (the swearing was all mine), we got him on his bum. But he is the most squirmiest, wiggliest, unaccommodating sheep I have ever met. It was a good thing I got the vet out when I did, as he did have hoof rot in that foot. He got a good trimming and I am spraying his hoof everyday with a 1:4 bleach/water solution.
This is another reason I love my vet. He does not dictate a long list of medications, return visits, and other costly measures. He starts with the easiest and simplest things. I am to spray the underside of his hoof every day for a couple of weeks; we will see how it looks; we will go from there. My vet has both a small animal practice and a large animal practice. He works all the time, at all hours of the day, and always has time to talk to you. While we were leaning on his car talking - he drives a tiny, fuel-efficient Suzuki - his phone rang and it was a woman who's dog had slipped on the ice and hurt his back. My vet jumped in his car and took off to meet her at the clinic, a half hour away. His parting words were, "don't worry - I'll have the office bill you. It won't be more than $60." I love my vet.
This morning I went down to the shed with my spray bottle, grabbed the little cuss' leg and spritzed away. Around and around in a circle. This sure adds some excitement to my otherwise boring life...