Patient conditions are about the same as our last report.
Lucy is on a course of penicillin as of Wednesday, and I'm seeing tiny signs
that she might be feeling a slight bit better.
The farrier came Friday, and I seriously doubted whether
he'd be able to trim Lucy's Hooves without her falling over,
but he worked fast, made sure she wasn't uncomfortable
and got her done.
He believes George's hooves will heal quickly
and claims "medicine founder" is the easiest from which to recover.
I want to believe him, but I think I'll run his theory by the vet first.
Meanwhile, Alan is wandering around with nobody to play with except me.
He reminds me at every opportunity that I have again forgotten to feed him.
Then I remind him that he has three times as much pasture to graze
because his herdmates are penned up,
then he reminds me that life isn't fair and I say I couldn't agree more,
and this goes on all day.
Nostril shot.
Here is Lucy eating.
Look closely and you'll see the feral beast keeping her company.
I haven't sourced any pill pockets for donkeys, so I'm improvising with Carrot snouts.
George loves carrot snouts.
He hasn't caught on that I hide pills in the nostrils.
Preparing the morning and evening medicine trays is becoming almost routine
in that I don't have to consult my spreadsheet for who gets what.
George gets the carrot snouts and Lucy gets everything else.
Then everybody gets the best medicine of all.
