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Doesn’t Compute

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I don’t get it. How is it that a dog will eat vomit, feces of other animals, entrails, dog food, and a mummified carcass of a cat that was buried in manure that had been spread on a neighbor’s farm, but she refuses to ingest her prescribed antibiotic meds because they taste bad?

It doesn’t compute for me.

Cyndie tried hiding it in chicken, hamburger, peanut butter, cheese, cat food, all of which Delilah rejected with emphasis. Ultimately, Cyndie succeeded by slipping it inside a pasta noodle that was then covered by some other enticement.

Wednesday night was another difficult one, and by the middle of the day yesterday, Cyndie needed to take Delilah to the vet. She was getting dehydrated. They verified that some bacteria appears to have knocked her digestive system completely out of whack.

Treatment included re-hydration and meds that taste bad. Really? Did somebody there actually taste them to find out? What the heck could taste bad to a dog? Apparently, antibiotic pills.

Meanwhile, the chickens appear to be perfectly healthy and Legacy is taking full advantage of the black mud in the paddock to practice looking like a cow.

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I was all prepared to discover that one or more of our new chicks weren’t able to survive the barely controlled environment of the brooder that we set up in the barn. Each passing day that first week was a grand success, with the chicks growing more robust and looking increasingly comfortable and confident.

It has me thinking that it feels as though the very likely —if not inevitable— scenario of losing a bird to some illness or predator grows more significant with each passing day as well. The longer time they spend with us, the harder it will be on us to lose them, I’m sure.

So, the stakes on taking good care of our chickens go up every day. The more success we have, the more important it becomes that we continue to succeed. At least until the first loss occurs. After we have to deal with that reality of raising chickens a few times, I expect we’ll figure out a way to cope. It seems like all the people we have heard from or read about who raise chickens have gotten to a place of acceptance with the harsh reality of such losses.

It’s a reality that I can comprehend, which contrasts directly with the incomprehensible thought that anything could taste bad to a dog, after the things I have seen them eat.

That just doesn’t compute.

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Written by johnwhays

April 7, 2017 at 6:00 am

6 Responses

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  1. We recently lost all four of the baby chicks that hatched (5 other eggs did not), almost all to crushing by other hens trying to use the same nest. I feel guilty this time because I toyed with the idea of moving them, but didn’t. Their short lives taught me a lot. Recently I came across the quote that “if you deal with livestock, you will also have to deal with dead stock.” A tough reality at first, but really just the circle of life, I guess.

    Liz

    April 10, 2017 at 8:57 am

    • Thank you for sharing this. It provides us with good perspective. The quote speaks volumes. I want to keep that in mind as the circle of life plays out on our ranch.

      johnwhays

      April 10, 2017 at 9:22 am

  2. Our Karma is not a pill taker and she’s been trying daily Prozac….now there’s an pet story 😕 We’ve somewhat mastered the pill task masking it in coconut oil. I open her mouth, stick it quickly as far back on her tongue as I can, hold her mouth shut till she swallows (the liquified oil helps) while holding her most favorite treat at her nose! This process done daily has worked well😉

    Judy

    April 7, 2017 at 9:30 am

    • Thanks for the tip. Our little patient has got her spark back today already. I’m happy we won’t be going more than 10-days with Delilah’s pill taking. If she balks, we’ll give your method a try!

      johnwhays

      April 7, 2017 at 1:09 pm

  3. Lookin’ good, Legs!

    orbosphere

    April 7, 2017 at 9:17 am

    • Oh, sure. You can encourage him. You don’t have to groom him clean again.
      Boys will be boys…

      johnwhays

      April 7, 2017 at 1:10 pm


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