My keyboard has been a little quiet of late, but that doesn't necessarily mean that Aeryn's been a stellar little angel!! Far from it actually!!
Two Sundays ago she scared me half silly by suddenly starting to vomit up foul, dark brown, gritty stuff, and went into full panic mode with a galloping pulse, anxious panting, eyes rolling, crying and whining, with her abdomen tense and very painful. I popped her a Gas-X and headed straight into the clinic. X-rays were normal -- no bloat, no foreign body, and nothing amiss on her bloodwork -- no pancreatitis from that 2 lbs. of raw stew beef she'd stolen a couple of days before. She vomited 3 more times at the clinic -- definite dirt this time -- hmmmmmmm, what did the little madame dig up and eat this time?! then she started to feel better. By the time we got home from the clinic she was begging for supper (which she most definitely did not get!). Yesterday a.m. I came out of the barn from doing chores and could only find 2 dogs in the yard. No Aeryn, and I can't even hear the big bell on her collar. I call and call. I walk the fence line (through the snow in my totally inadequate shoes) and see no sign of her and no sign of any track to tell me she's managed the great escape. Coming back towards the barn I see a flicker of movement behind my horse trailer -- there she is! She's acting very furtive and when I approach (all the while asking her why on earth she ignored my calls) Aeryn lunges at the ground and then gallops madly away with her prize in her mouth. Rowyn and Devyn have presumably been warned off previously as they don't even try to follow her, but leap on the spot where she'd been. I investigate and find a quantity of rabbit hair and a dent in my new fence. I think the poor unfortunate bunny must have made a run for it and got caught under the rigid fence. Aeryn rejoins us, immensely proud of herself and her unauthorized early breakfast. Well good for her, because now there's no time for my breakfast, all her shenanegans have made me periously close to being late for work! In the house we all troop, I'm pretty happy to get my cold, wet socks off. Aeryn immediately runs downstairs and I hear the unmistakable "hurka gurka" sound of a dog about to vomit. Too late -- she has neatly deposited the remains of the bunny on the rug. Fortunately, she at least did it right beside the x-pen (Rowyn's nighttime bed) so I'm able to corden off the mess and prevent it being re-eaten while I dash madly around for plastic bag, paper towels and cleaner. Amazingly, I made it to work in time (just a minute to spare!), but I don't think I was a pretty sight! This afternoon one of the dogs managed to capture a slow bird at the bird feeder. I suspect it was Aeryn, for she was refusing to come back in the house, but it was good boy Rowyn who proudly brought me the prize (poor little birdie was very dead & bedraggled looking). She is a treasure! (and I mean that ~ I adore and cherish every hair on her body and all her naughty ways ~ but no kisses please when her breath smells like dead rabbit!) sue(the irrepressible Aeryn with Devyn & Rowyn)
