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@ Julia de JP
2025-03-02 21:46:01
It wasn't quite the Sunday I had envisioned when I woke up this morning...
First, my daughter got dumped in the mud by one of the horses I had deemed safe and solid enough to carry her up the hill, from their night stall to their daytime paddock. An easy ask, but apparently I had misjudged the situation.
Next, my highly pregnant mare, about to give birth any moment now, decided to get tangled up in some ropes in a really stupid fashion and almost got herself into serious trouble. To cut a long story short, she got away with some minor scratches - by the grace of god!
Around lunch time I receive a voice note from a friend. His goat is beyond help (she had suffered severe injuries from a dog attack a while ago, and struggled to recover despite veterinary intervention), and needs to be put out off misery immediately.
Ok. I'm the one to call for that. I get it.
But to make matters worse, my mum asked me to process the goat, so at least we could use her for dog feed - reasonable enough, just not quite what I had in mind for my Sunday afternoon.. especially as I don't even own dogs myself.