And I mean that in a good way. Grandma Missy, who tended to violently butt her grandkids away from her udder until just ten or twelve days ago, has taken pity on poor overwrought B.G. (the triplets' mother) and begun to let them suckle. The babies have enjoyed the sudden addition of a third and fourth teat and, as of this week, Missy is actually lactating again for the first time in a couple of years. Go, Missy! Now that's a truly great milker.
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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