I call Peter. No answer. I call Tessa. She answers, screaming children and all. I tell her what's going on and then I realize the sweat is real and I'm not just convincing myself of that. Time to call the vet. I give him the rundown and he wants to check her. Naturally things like this only happen when DJ is gone with the truck. I call Debbie and start crying as soon as she answers. It's like I kept my cool for the first two phone calls and then lost it. Her and Bill hook the trailer up and head over. We load her up and head to the clinic.
We get there and he's in the barn waiting. Her respiratory rate is high and her guts are moving fast. Another head scratcher, because other than that she now appears normal. He decides to give her some banamine and suggests I keep her separate from Pongo to notice any changes in manure consistency or food consumption. Uhh, yeah I can do that... I guess. That won't be too hard. By the time I get home, I'm a walking zombie. She's eating again and acting normal. "I'll figure this out tomorrow," I tell myself. I get inside and call DJ. I tell him we need to figure something out to keep them apart. He's
By the time I got home from work, I had a stall in the barn. WHAAAAT!! Major brownie points for DJ!
The craziness has quieted and we're getting into a routine for giving the antibiotics. Hopefully that will be the end of the excitement until baby gets here in June... fingers crossed!