Yesterday morning, before going to school, Aaron had to go feed the goats. I was watching as he walked into the rather open area of the old barn we have here and all of a sudden, he ran back out. Even from the distance I was at in the house, I could tell something flipped him out. I thought it was either the skunk that got Maddie last month or maybe the fox that had been seen in the chicken coop and yard recently. Not so!
I hollered out to him and asked what was up. He says something about a dead pigeon landing on him!
In my jammies and slippers, I ran outside to the barn to try to figure out what he was talking about. Turns out when he walked into that part of the barn, he scared an OWL that had been dining on a PIGEON it had caught. Aaron's walking into that part of the barn scared the owl to the point that it DROPPED the pigeon it was munching on and it almost landed on Aaron!!! :lol: We looked, and there was the dead, bloody, pigeon, laying on the ground, not far from where Aaron had walked into the barn! What a HOOT! (No pun intended!) The sight of that pigeon and Aaron's story actually made it worthwhile to run to the barn in my jammies and slippers and freeze my butt off! :lol: I guess it just goes to show that you never know WHAT is going to happen when you live in the middle of nowhere! Now onto today!
Maddie, our goofy, but much-loved German Shepherd has been drinking entirely too much water (LOTS of it), so I took her to the store today as I planned on calling the vet when I got there. Had I NOT brought her in with me, they would have wanted to see her right away and I would have had to drive all the way home to get her and then all the way to Medford to the vet. Seeing as I brought her with me, of course, they didn't have an opening until 4 p.m.! While she would have been much more comfortable staying home, she did great staying at the store with me, and not bothering folks that came in. Of course, 90% of them had to go up and pet her and she just loved the attention (of course, she gets NONE from us! ;) )
The good news/bad news is that the vet can't find anything wrong with her. I brought in a urine sample and they tested that. Nothing. Then they took some blood and tested that. Nothing. I guess that's good and bad . . . she doesn't have a urinary infection, and her kidneys, etc., all tested fine and nothing indicated diabetes. Now we have to figure out what the real deal is. It's entirely possible that this is psychological -- as she's got separation anxiety already, and adding another cat to our household could be causing her to act out in weird ways, including drinking too much water, as strange as that sounds.
We now have to measure all the water we put in her bowl and see how much she drinks. It's a bit difficult as we also have the three cats drinking out of that bowl, but the vet said he can figure that all out. Once we figure out how much she's really drinking, then we can try to figure out what may be the cause. So, that's a work in progress.
While I was at the store today, I received a call from Abby's school. She had been complaining of an upset stomach, so I thought for sure I'd be leaving to pick her up from school. NOPE! That sure wasn't it! The kids had been outside for lunch recess and Abby was, as usual, playing with the boys, and somehow, managed to have a boy's mouth smack her in the head! I'm not sure who was injured more . . . Abby's head, or the poor boy who managed to CHIP his tooth on Abby's HEAD!
The nurse was just calling to let me know what happened and it wasn't bad enough that Abby needed stitches, thank goodness!
Now, before you think I'm a total ghoul, please know that Abby asked me to take a picture of the wound. The reason she wanted a pic was because she couldn't see it! The first time she saw what had actually happened was when I took the pic below. It's not that awful, but if you're squeamish, please don't look!
I took care to wash her hair tonight and very carefully towel dried it and then put some salve on the injury. I'm sure she'll be fine!
Unfortunately, we had some not so good news today, as well. Greg's Aunt Gladys (83 years old) -- his mother's sister (she lived up the block from us when we lived in Milwaukee -- we've always been rather close to her), was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. She had a lumpectomy not too long ago and it was thought that they got it all. We found out today that they did NOT get it all and she is going to have a mastectomy on Friday. Please, if you could add Aunt Gladys to your thoughts and prayers, we would sure appreciate it. She's a wonderful lady, and was like a second mom to Greg. We love her dearly and she's been though a lot in her 83 years.
I hate to end things on a sad note, and I know Aunt Gladys would, too, so let's end this thinking about Aaron having a dead pigeon dropped on him! :lol:
Happy Trails!
Julie
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