Well, you could probably get a nice puppy . . . or you could donate to your local ER Vet and pick up one moth-eaten red Cardi girl who picked a fight with her daughter. My kitchen, laundry room, half-bath look like the set for The Chainsaw Massacre. Leidy and Holmes were fine — though covered in Inca’s blood (add on another $100 for their baths today). Chase had not a drop of blood on him nor a hair out of place. I know he cheered them on: “Chick Fight! Chick Fight! Never stop a Chick Fight!”
No fractures, sutures, staples, but shaved spots all over — and Inca is sore. She’s not sore enough to miss a meal, but she’s sore. Poor little girl!
Leidy will visit Dr. Larry tomorrow for a progesterone test (day 5). On Friday morning very early, Holmes will be traveling to Greeley — which is lucky because he has stopped eating and barks all day — “she’s m-i-i-i-n-e”. Monday we will do another Leidy progesterone test. Thursday Chase will have his pre-flight check up because on the 28th (assuming Leidy is bred) he is flying to Atlanta where Cheryl Kienast and Susan Shields will whisk him off to herding camp.
A note to place in the “nobody would do that” category. The ER vet called me at 2:00 AM to tell me they’d not yet had a chance to clean up all of Inca’s wounds. Did I need to know that at 2:00? So, I couldn’t go back to sleep. I am cranky!
