Vet Visit Velocity!

 Vet Visit Velocity!

 

These two dogs are something else! Have a head halter on Sylvia to keep her from dragging me wherever she intends to go, and she promptly came out of it. The vet tech put it back on her and fastened it to her collar so that we had a chance of controlling her with sheer muscle strength. It’s too bad that all that determination cannot be put to good use pulling a wagon or something of that nature. Thompson is a good boy who mostly minds me, but he, too, would like to go “now, now, now” when he thinks we are heading out a door. So, my hair was standing on end and my arms were tangled in leashes, but we made it back to the truck. Before getting out at the carport, it was simple to just unleash them. They knew where we were going and had fun getting there and smelling all the good stuff in between. Nothing like taking the dogs for a vet visit!

 

While at the vets’ office (yes, plural vets), a young lady came in with a cat in a carrier. It meowed once and got very quiet. Sylvia had her nose in the air trying to determine if it needed to be chased. Then a man came in and was at the desk to pay his bill. The young lady’s eyes got as big as mine when we heard the total that went over $4K. It really made me wonder what it the world they did for that critter! Maybe it was boarded for months! Can’t imagine not just getting a critter sitter.

 

Looks as if the weather is about to get pretty cold again. We are supposed to have freezing nights before the temps get back up in the 70s by Tuesday. Guess it really does not matter. The hens all have lots of feathers to cover their bodies and a warm coop where they roost. Life is not bad for them at all. Well, and they get the occasional head of cabbage to help out in the grazing and pecking department. They are not always happy to have the things rearranged in their coop, but so far none of them have left the premises in frustration. Took the feed bins out of the coop, and now they have to jump on a small ladder to get up high to their roosts. Oh well.

 

Gathered some eggs out in this wild wind after cleaning the outside vent cover on my dryer hose. Getting outside right now is not very much fun, to put it mildly. Earlier when taking the dogs to the vets’ office, it was not all that bad. SO glad to have that “little” task finished. Would not want to wrangle dogs and deal with the cold wind at the same time.

 

Looking out over the front yard at the flower bed that bloomed last year with a profusion of poppies, it is noticeable that the broad leaves are coming back—likely poppy flowers! Just looked up the leaf shapes and read that it is illegal to grow some poppies in the U.S. Good grief! Of all the things that could be silly! Know that morning glory seeds are poisonous—as well as the daturas and some other pretty flowers—but poppy seeds that come on bread and buns are the same type that we are not supposed to grow. Yet, it is ok to have the seeds. Go figure. Oh well. It is not like the folks who like flowers are going to go out there and collect the poppy capsules unless they are collecting the seeds to replant. Don’t think most of us would know how to make a drug out of them anyway. With so much of that really bad drug in the country right now, can’t imagine anyone worrying about pretty flowers.

 

Continuing to read Lehman’s lessons on Revelation. Read through this thing once, but slowing down to think about it makes me believe that mankind has done everything over and over again that God has told him not to do. And none of us are really innocent. We make idols of things or a way of life. Each day should begin with appreciation for the rest that we are given. It specifically says that the day is coming when there will be NO rest. You have heard that expression: “no rest for the wicked.” Well, it is not just an expression. It really is coming to pass. So, for now, let us thank God for rest and for His love.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.