Well it's springtime in the Rockies and it's springtime in Bumpass, VA. Spring is when the alpacas at Sorbie Farm get their annual shearing. Mom was over with John and Sarah Hanna all day yesterday (Sunday) helping with the shearing of 30 of their 32 alpacas. Two didn't get sheared because they will be going to a competitive showing later this spring. They'll probably get sheared after that show. The shearing started at 9 AM and wasn't over until almost 7 PM. Dad and Sophie went over at around noon to take some photos. Sophie was having a discussion with one of the boy alpacas that was in a pasture so they couldn't stay too long. Anyway, Sophie brought back some photos that we thought you might like to see. Just click on them one at a time to see the enlargement. We'll post some more tomorrow:
HOMER AND RADAR HEALTH ISSUES
Homer and Radar are feeling GReat. Radar has had only one additional seizure and it was a very mild one of less than a minute duration. It was just enough to wake dad up and had stopped by the time dad got to Radar's crate. It was not even severe enough to cause the usual loss of bladder control urination and he had just subtle saliva emission, no foaming at all. Still no need for further extensive tests or medication.
Homer's ear infections also seem to be improving GReatly. Dad cleans his ears every night with the new, stronger cleaning solution and then rubs otomax on the inside of Homer's ear flaps and puts a drop in each ear canal. Dr. Collins set up a ten day medication plan to provide a twice daily antihistamine for 10 days and then as needed during allergy season. Homer also has been taking 20mg of prednisone for 3 days and then 10mg for five days and then 10mg every other day for six days and then no more prednisone. He is taking some other pill once a day for ten days. The inflammation in his right ear has subsided substantially and his ear is laying closer to his head now; almost normally. He hasn't been rubbing his ears on the carpet or shaking his head. Dad suspects that he rubs his ears on the ground outside because of the dust that he wipes out every night when he cleans Homer's ears. Anyway, both Radar and Homer seem to be doing GReat at this time.
A woman brought her very limp pet duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet duck on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest. He turned to the woman and said "Your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."
The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..
"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."
The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.
The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its' haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."
The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman....
The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!"
The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150."