Day Before the Vet

Tomorrow is the day I take Tumbleweed into the vet to find out what is lodged under his upper lip. I’m a little nervous about it, not the hauling part, though we did have a “snow squall” last night. 

I tucked them all into stalls, and then woke up the next day to this. 

There is no more snow in the forecast, and it melted off today, so the roads should be fine. I just hate to think of it being anything bad. 

I didn’t do anything with them today except let them out and clean their stalls. 

The cats still entertain me in the Sanctuary.

Tuffy. Age 14 and 8 months.

(2/18/26)

(2/17/26)

Dan. Age 12.  (2/17/26)

And Grady. Age 12. (2/17/26)

The boys are all content to stay in the barn, even when given the choice to go out.  

I’ve spent the day taking care of my sick grandson and I seem to also be getting sick. I’m drinking lots of water and getting ready to make chicken noodle soup. I hope to throw it off before tomorrow. 

Oh, and I’m knitting a Seahawks blanket for him, which is almost a form of meditation. 

Wish us luck tomorrow that all goes well for Tweed.