Great news! We are well on our way to finding out if I am truly a Pura Raza Espanola mule of Imperial Blood. FarmWife just spoke to a man who was the former FORMER owner of me—not GB & JB, who are my facebook friends and who allowed my most recent move to Bent Barrow Farm, but the owner before THEM. Somewhere in the foggy recesses of my mind I remember him as being a nice enough sort. (We mules live in the present.) He said that he missed me (who wouldn't!) and said that his son, who misses me especially, is going to call back AND is going to put us in touch with, of all people, the very man who "bred me"! (This is human-speak for "facilitated the love match between my mother and father.") The best possible outcome of this scenario would be the emergence of a baby picture. Oooohhhh, goody. We shall see!
Here, for your edification, are the X-rays of dear Paisley's leg. There is, apparently, no new break (since his Monday siezure) but there is, of course, a great deal of abnormality caused by years of living with a shortened ulna. His pronounced lameness, the vet says, may temporarily improve. Unlike me, Fenway Bartholomule, poor cloud dog can't expect much in the way of a full recovery. Not having the $$$$ for surgery to fuse the joint, we are working on making some sort of rigid splint to support the limb and prevent further degeneration. That is, the humans (with their space-age material inventions and their opposable thumbs) are working on making a splint; I am working on giving cloud dog brayful looks of support and encouragement every time he totters into the yard to relieve himself. As always, he fears me (me?!) and keeps his distance. Ears to you, Fenway
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