My horse is afraid of his own facts. He was a rescue, so we started exercising slowly on a lunge line ( a very long leash). First fart he bolted forward, bucked hard, then turned looking for the source of the noise.
If untested strategies and or equipment were never used we would still be throwing rocks over the stream bed at the neighbors. Come to think of it, that may be preferable to the mutual annihilation arsenals we all now live with.
Winners? Our guys. Who dies? Definitely Huntington. Who kills whom? I am thinking the cat comes right at Caleb when he realizes Vann is nowhere near, and Asa fries his ass.
Does anyone else want to strangle a doc at the end of a regular ( nothing is wrong we just want to keep tabs) apointment?
"Your A1c is down, great. Let's back off a level on your injectable and see if we can maintain it and reduce the gastrointestinal issues.
Your cholesterol is perfect! No changes in your meds.
You have lost 15 pounds since last visit. GREAT! YOU SHOULD CONCIDER BARRIATRIC SURGERY!
Umm, excuse me? 15 down isn't good enough?? This is the smallest I have been at any time since my kid was born 33 years ago, including during chemotherapy! No surgery. Fix the belly issues first then if I stop losing MAYBE we will talk.
Here is a smile for you. Usually our horse comes to the stall when called like an overgrown puppy. He enjoys work. For the last few weeks Wings has called him in hollering "walkies". Just called his name if she did not intend on working, but wanted a quick brushing and a general health check. Today was supposed to be a groom and check day as Wings had a migraine working. Well dingy would not come till she called "walkies". Then she felt she had to work, as if she didn't she thought he would stop coming in when called. So the horse blackmailed the kid into working!
Turned out for the best as the headache subsided between the fresh air, exercise, and the general lift spending time with your horse provides.
What did that old song say? "Gotta be cruel to be kind in the right measure"
If he is lucky. Some fates are worse than death.
Sure she could. It's a 600 yr old castle rife with hidden passages and spy holes!
Is any first time parent ever truly ready? Parenting is definitely a learn as you go job, one some are better suited to than others.
Not sure why, but my gut says Willa.
Did you not read how all this mess started? How and why Reilly's wolf dove so deep it took Sebastian, his fated mate, to bring the creature back? That's the sort of torture Huntington deserves. ( yes, I can be vicious at times)
Nope.
I have gone thru bouts of insomnia wicked enough for my doc to prescribe a sleep aid. Took one dose. Worked great, I went out like a light. Then it seems I went out shopping for a snack. Woke the next morning to my truck parked in a different spot, scraps and wrappers of food i did not have in the house on the counter, and dressed haphazardly. Never took a second dose!
Pies are baked, cobbler is done, rice kreme ( Norwegian recipe rice pudding) is done, neeps are peeled and boiled into submission. Stuffing is made and ready to shove into the bird in the am. That's about all I can do in advance.