As my beloved cold snap has ended (insert grumbling...and sobs) I pulled off Mrs. Pepperpot's blanket this morning. It's raining and dreary (and this is better than sunny and 15, how???) but I knew she'd be dry inside her granny cave and didn't want her to get too warm.
Like she thought she'd been released from prison, she headed out in the rain, down the side of the barn to the gate back into the main flock. I turned her around twice, but she would not go back inside. I finally decided to let her back in with the rest of the sheep.
While she won't get all the special attention and special food she'd been getting in the annex, she probably will get up and move around better in there. That may actually be as or more important than anything. Even with the extra arthritis meds we'd been giving her, she was having more and more trouble getting up and that's never good.
I tossed out plenty of hay piles and she teetered around for a bit before settling into a group and I decided she was as okay. I'd figure out how to get her fed dinner somehow. At lunch I went out to try and sneak her some graham crackers like she's gotten used to. I found her sound asleep next to Muffin.
No comments:
Post a Comment