Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Disaster Strikes
WARNING: Graphic pictures at end.
Then, there was the electricity miscommunication. I have electricity but the new landlords are jumping through hoops to get it sorted out on paper. Then, the dog ate my Ariat mule. My favorite pair of working-outside- shoes.
Last Sunday, I lunged all 3 ponies. Priss is old and stiff but not lame. Becca is fit but fat. Diesel is no longer lame on his sliced heel. Only took six months. As soon as I find the time, I'll begin conditioning him to ride again. Don't hold your breath. This is my shining good news.
The horror was what I found last Sunday after my pony time. Spooky almost killed Gretchen. I have no idea was spurred the attack. They have been fine together for many years. Gretchen has over 60 punctures in her hind legs. Her neck sustained deep punctures. I found the house covered in blood. Furniture was moved. Gretchen was hiding in the corner. Spooky was hiding, stunned in the corner. It was a massacre. I have no idea how Gretchen survived. Tuesday, she had to have surgery to removed dead tissue and insert drain tubes in her neck. She didn't eat all week. She is finally showing improvement. This makes me so happy. But, my heart is broken over Spooky. She is living with my parents as an only pet. This arrangement may not be long term. I cannot allow this to happen again. Spooky was, up until this week, known as my all time best dog. Heartbroken doesn't even begin to describe what I am feeling.
The first disaster was my neighbors moving out and taking their wireless internet. Now I am without- torturous. I will be up and running again when I move into my new house...probably the end of January. Patience.
Then, there was the electricity miscommunication. I have electricity but the new landlords are jumping through hoops to get it sorted out on paper. Then, the dog ate my Ariat mule. My favorite pair of working-outside- shoes.
Last Sunday, I lunged all 3 ponies. Priss is old and stiff but not lame. Becca is fit but fat. Diesel is no longer lame on his sliced heel. Only took six months. As soon as I find the time, I'll begin conditioning him to ride again. Don't hold your breath. This is my shining good news.
The horror was what I found last Sunday after my pony time. Spooky almost killed Gretchen. I have no idea was spurred the attack. They have been fine together for many years. Gretchen has over 60 punctures in her hind legs. Her neck sustained deep punctures. I found the house covered in blood. Furniture was moved. Gretchen was hiding in the corner. Spooky was hiding, stunned in the corner. It was a massacre. I have no idea how Gretchen survived. Tuesday, she had to have surgery to removed dead tissue and insert drain tubes in her neck. She didn't eat all week. She is finally showing improvement. This makes me so happy. But, my heart is broken over Spooky. She is living with my parents as an only pet. This arrangement may not be long term. I cannot allow this to happen again. Spooky was, up until this week, known as my all time best dog. Heartbroken doesn't even begin to describe what I am feeling.
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