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Post-unloading (by myself!) after taking Cookie Doe to the vet:

Yesterday started with driving an hour with my cousin to pick up Ross’s truck. If you’ll recall, dear readers, Ross left his truck here some month or so ago to have the engine rebuilt, which resulted in him taking my Explorer to Norfolk and leaving me with nothing to drive but the old stick shift pickup he’d signed over to me. Ross’s truck was ready. My cousin drove it back to his house after we arrived and I handed over Ross’s check to the engine man, and I went on to Ripley, the next town over, where there is a Tractor Supply.
And bought riding boots!

Yum! (Ariat, $89.99, recommended to me by horse trainer Mike Trader.)
Back to Cookie Doe, who has been poorly lately. Between two babies dragging on her resources and a case of worms, Cookie Doe was having a hard time bouncing back. I’m timid at doctoring and have a hard time making the call on medications, even though I keep a fairly well-stocked animal medical shelf. With the weekend coming on, I decided I’d better take her to the vet and get a professional involved. The vet determined that she needed a couple shots at the office, a couple more shots at home, and a five-day course of oral medication. Whew. Glad to have that taken out of my indecisive hands. (I’ll let you know how Cookie Doe’s doing.)
Ummmmm……. DID THE DOCTOR SAY SHOTS AT HOME?!
Uh, yes, yes, that’s what she said. And scampered out of the office. A technician came in and started doing the injections, chattering away about the injections I’d need to give her at home. She picked up the last injection.
I said, “I don’t know how to give shots. Well, maybe I can find someone to do it for me. I guess.” I cast about in my mind for the possibilities, who I could call upon to do this deed for me. Then I thought about hauling hay in the old stick shift pickup truck, driving the tractor around the barnyard, and riding a horse.
The technician picked up Cookie Doe’s leg, feeling about for a muscle. I made a split second decision, reached out, took the needle out of her hand, and grabbed Cookie Doe’s leg away from her.
“SHOW ME HOW.”
Update: Checking on Cookie Doe first thing this morning–she is excellent, up and walking around the barnyard!
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But. . . then there is ‘get ‘er done’. Good for you Suzanne.
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You will soon be the ‘acting’ vet on your farm and will recognize signs and know what to do.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yU6H0pMAgPE&feature=related
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You are truly becoming a farmer by leaps and bounds!!
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