saints can welcome back again...tugs...he seems to have found his mind again. he greeted me in the kitchen this morning when i came into the house...i got a waggy tail and a couple of his little happy bounces. he is fussy and pacing again cuz i am not still in the kitchen but thats ok, i saw the tugs i once knew so i know he is still in there somewhere...welcome back sweetie-pie, i see you.
jeanette drank a full bucket of water before i left her this morning, but her tongue is still blue. i am thinking she had a mild heart attack during her recent mud trauma which is why she still can't get her back legs to work. i need to get her back up into the riding ring...that is the softest surface here and where she stands the greatest chance of being able to push herself up again. i am thinking on this....moving an immobile, non weight bearing, 1000 pound cow 300 feet or more will be a bit of a challenge. and i am telling you straight out, that while jeanette was very happy for the company during the night, (her tears stopped and she chatted with me occasionally thru out the night) i personally will not survive too many more nights in that field, the ground is too hard, the air is too damp and this morning i feel like i am setting myself up for pneumonia.
cuddles was as ever my faithful companion but even he seemed more resigned and less enthusiastic about camping out again.
ok...cleaning and laundry, blah, i'd rather go lay on the couch....and it better not rain today, i've had enough tough days...today is memorial garden building day!