Some pictures
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♥Jan. 8th, 2014 // 09:50 pm♥
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This is the dodgy tree in the Farmers' field:
(Or, at least, that *was* the dodgy tree the other day. I didn't go up there today. Mr Farmer is apparently waiting for half of it to come down before he takes the other half off: he's worried that, at the moment, it will just fly off in a random direction and be dangerous if he tries to chainsaw it.) It is definitely more split now than it was when they first put the signs up, so I dare say that it will go down eventually, hopefully not when I'm walking past it, as the pooch does find the base of it to be very interestingly scented.
Yesterday, I went up to London: I was (over)due a checkup at the dentist, and then afterwards we went back to her house in Barbican for some supper. I even got a bonus appearance from her husband, whose surgery night had been swapped, so that was lovely. It's been too long since I'd seen them.
This morning, the pooch came hacking with us for the first time since she disgraced herself. She seemed to have a grand time of it, and we had no problems whatsoever with her other than the bit where she wiggled off the path (to avoid the horses as we went through a gate) straight into a patch of burrs.
(I think I counted six of them.... On the other hand, the Baby got himself in the same patch on the way back home and got them in his mane and, bizarrely, right under his chin! Rather blurry as we were all moving along at the time. And yet, isn't it still a lovely, non-blurry picture with the new lens cover? Mike says that this one should be better....)
I figured that that counted as her walk, so I just took her for a run in the field after lunch. We're letting the WWOTV's dogs out for a wee at lunch time, at the moment: the little ones just came outside, looked around pathetically and went back in, but Bruno looked soulfully at me and sat down for scritches, so I took him with us. I was a bit worried, as he was stiff and limping when we left the house, but by the time we got back he was knackered but trotting nicely along.
As we went along the field, he kept looking at Jodie (up ahead, sniffing in the hedge, taking advantage of being on home turf and having a good line of sight to go for a proper bound) and then back at me as if you say "Really? I can keep going? Wow!" before running after her. Poor little lad, stuck walking around the same field every day with just a collection of small yappy things for company.
This evening, I went to look at Next Door's horse. It was apparently very lame yesterday (she called to summon me, but I was out), but when she trotted him up for me he just looked a bit careful about one of the fronts. I was quite horrified when I looked at his feet, though: they really are as flat and crappy as she and the farrier say! All four of them were hotter than I would ever accept for the boys, which is apparently normal, but the one that seemed to be hurt was literally steaming, and it's not cold out there tonight. My best guess is that he scraped it on a flint or similar (there is a bit of a red patch), and it's now had time to get mostly better so will be absolutely fine tomorrow. Might also be mud fever, especially as that's a white foot, but there was no real sign of any scabs. In my vast knowledge and experience I told her to hose it and put sudacreme on it, but I think I might try and have a feel some other time and see if they really are always that hot, because surely it can't be right. |
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