Saturday morning’s run in the pasture ended up with Sophie getting lost for a few minutes and Mia earning a trip to the vet.
Sophie just goes into her own little world of sniffing and eating grass, and pretty much ignores everyone else. On Saturday, we were all at the far end of the pasture when Sophie realized she was all alone and assumed we had gone back to the house.
She ran back to the house as fast as her 13-year old legs could go and then stopped, looking for us. She finally heard my whistle and saw us at the opposite end of the pasture and came running back, huffing and puffing like an old steam engine. We’ve noticed that more and more, she’s deteriorating both physically and mentally.
Mia’s incident began Friday when I pulled out three fence posts but hadn’t had a chance to properly dispose of them. Mia must have got tangled up in them and struggled, because she received some cuts from the barbed wire and a serious case of road rash on the inside of her back leg.
We didn’t notice her injury until that afternoon when she appeared lethargic and in such pain that she was shaking. I took her to the vet who (having been up for 24 hours) cleaned her wound, prescribed some pain pills, and antibiotic ointment that we apply twice a day for the next week.