Some goats have bad feet – their hooves become overgrown and it affects the way they walk and then others never seem to have a problem. Two of the Three Amigos had become quite lame so I called Betsy and her husband and they came to my rescue. It’s really too bad we couldn’t get a good picture but I’ll describe what was happening here. Darwin would grab the horns and we’d lift the goat on to a table and lay the goat on her side. Betsy would hold the head and the horns and I laid over the back half of the body to keep the goat lying still so Darwin could do the actual trimming. Betsy took these photos with one hand up close – ha! Too bad because it was quite a sight!
They had no more gone than Tucker came in the house bleeding all over the floor from a front paw. I wish I had thought to take pictures because this wasn’t just a little paw print! It was dripping all over! I finally got ahold of him and applied pressure to his paw and the blood just bubbled out – you should have seen my towels! Where in the world could he have cut his foot so badly? About that time Chuck and Tonya arrived to pick up Dakota so Tonya helped me with Tucker. When I got the bleeding slowed up, I wrapped it with gauze and put an old sock over his foot and taped it.
I quilted the baby quilt yesterday and today I’ll bind it so I can show it to you soon.
I hope today is calmer but it’s always something, isn’t it?