Jan. 5: A trip to the Vet.

The road to the Vet place.

The road to the Vet place.

Today was supposed to be the day that Sophia had her bad tooth removed. While I was in the shower, the Vet lady called and as Paulina answered she learned we probably were not having that tooth out today. We didn’t feed her or let her drink anyway, just in case. The trip south on Highway 83 was not bad nor were the few miles to Glenham, but going north on the little county road to the rural area where the Vet place is located was almost sheer ice. We were so glad that it was the two of us and that James was safely in school. He freaks out on bad roads, and you almost have to wrestle him to the ground to get the keys because he feels it is the man’s job to take care of the helpless women in bad circumstances. Now I love his chivalry, but sometimes, it is just nice to assert your own independence and self-worth, and dang nabit it you don’t drive so fast, ice is doable.

Sophia on the table avoiding the camera.

Sophia on the table avoiding the camera.

After arriving we learned that it is pretty dangerous to put a hyperthyroidism animal under anesthesia if the place has no heart rate and blood pressure monitoring systems and that without a solid three month of good thyroid readings, we probably should not take the chance. Besides after looking at the tooth, the vet lady said that the tooth was no worse than what she noted on the chart in July. So, we will just have to monitor her eating habits and try to supervise how she eats to make her more comfortable and on and on and on.

Where Sophia was shaved to draw blood.

Where Sophia was shaved to draw blood.

We did notice that yesterday when Paulina divided up her food and put it in smaller portions she ate better. She also likes to have attention while eating. What a thing she is becoming in her old age. She came to us in 2003 in the summer when Liza was moving to Bismarck to go to hair dressing school. If she was born in May as I think she was, this makes her about 13 years and 8 months old. According to one website that I checked in on that makes her equivalent to a 70 year-old human. Wow, she is just about the right age to have an opinion in some organizations. So, that is a different post and not the topic for now.

Pheasants looking for food and shelter.

Pheasants looking for food and shelter.

On the way home we pulled over to try to get some pictures of some Ring Neck Pheasants (South Dakota’s state bird) along the fence and feeding in the fields. As soon as we slowed down, they began to fly away, so the pictures we could get were limited. Also it was -23 degrees windchill as we were pulling out of our driveway in town, not sure what it was in the country. The temperature according to Siri was -5, so it was not really a day to be outside. Oh that is in Fahrenheit in case it matters. Here is the best of the pheasant pictures as they were heading for the trees for shelter, and the other is of the area south of our house when we finally got home. Later as I looked at some of the pictures, I noticed a “No Hunting” sign on the fence, perhaps that is why they congregate there. Actually the season is over for another year, so no worries for them except the weather.

Sunshine through the clouds.

Sunshine through the clouds.

My feet are still a bit cold. I suspect that my shoe tops are a little wet and that is my main problem. Well, off to find something constructive to make of the day. Some joint sorting or packing or maybe even a little work on the message for church on Sunday, hopefully we are able to get there.

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