Fiddle got released into a small portion of the pasture on Sunday, 10 days after Spay Day.
The first thing she did was check the perimeter fence to see how much grass she had been allotted.
The second thing she did was pose for a photograph.
Finally, she did what she's been longing to do:
|Feels so good|
Roll in the GRASSSSSSSSS!
|Spay Day + 10 (some staples removed) right side|
|Spay Day + 10 (some staples removed) left side|
* haul Fiddle to the vet clinic (40 minutes each direction) to have the staples removed. That's a lot of diesel for 2 ounces of metal.
* continue to fight with an increasingly-anxious Dragon about the pinchy-ness of needlenose. That's a lot of dragon-osity that I prefer not to fight.
* wait a few more days until Patty (who is a DVM in her day job) could come for a visit and pull those suckers out. Patience is not my most outstanding strength, but this seemed like the best option.
|Spay Day + 14, a few staples still in place, left side incision|
|Spay Day + 14, some staples still in place, right side|
|Patty pulls, I push. Not very successful.|
Since in the olden days she would have kicked the wall, Patty, and me (all with the same foot at the same time), I consider avoiding to be an improvement...but not helpful when it comes to pulling stuff out.
So, we moved to the cross-ties. We also added:
|"that bag is cold and crinkly, and possibly dangerous..."|
Except of course, that the ice bag is really scary.
Well. Sorta scary.
Oh, you have carrots? I can eat carrots while you have the cold crinkly thing.
|Ice bag + staple remover = happiness|
|No more staples! Spay Day + 14|
|Left side, Spay Day + 14|
And then: out to the big pasture, at last!