I went back to look at pictures of Harlow, and I think I can see their twinkie scar!
It's really not very noticeable, though.
This morning Robin looks better-- the roadrash is developing into a scab. I've put a little bactine and neosporin on it and so far so good. The nosebleed seems to have stopped. As a result of her jackassery tearing through the yard like that, Little Miss got to sleep in the bed with us last night so we could keep an eye on her.
Sometimes I'm convinced this stuff is all an elaborate plan.
Simon's stomach issues are still up in the air; he's 15+, so I try to keep a close eye on him when these things happen. Worst of all the poor guy can't have his rimadyl, dasuquin, or bladder supplement. He's achy and incontinent without those things. Hopefully the chicken and rice, pumpkin and FortiFlora will get him back in shape quickly. If not, I think I have some anti-diarrhea meds left over from the last time this happened.
I've been half convinced everyone's getting sick just so that they're not left out of the car rides. First we had River's limp and xrays, then Chester's struvite blockage, then Birdie's goopy eye-- and let us not forget "Robin Ate a Corncob Watch 2010," (she expelled that, no worries
) and finally Simon's ongoing arthritis and doggie alzheimers, plus the diarrhea. This has been a great month at our place!
"In these bodies, we will live; in these bodies we will die.
Where you invest your love, you invest your life." --Marcus Mumford