Agh. Now it’s cool, but I don’t have enough light when I get home to do much of anything. Because there is a good amount of rain forecast over the next couple of days, I wanted to get another tarp up over my hoop house, get the chicken/duck pen covered a little more securely as well as getting the cover on Fern’s run tied down. All done, but by the time I finished, it was dark.
Cian hurt his foot. I noticed it yesterday morning and gave him a dose of Arnica. Last night it didn’t seem much better. This morning it seems a bit better, but I think I’m going to switch him to Rhus Tox. In a few minutes I’m going to bring all three dogs in and dose all three of them. Both Gel and Fern are due for a redose of their respective remedies.
Funny how with conventional medicine you need to give the drug daily or twice a day. With homeopathy, once you’ve found the right remedy, you just sort of feel when it’s time to redose; you see/feel the original symptoms start to reappear. I’ve felt it was time to redose both Fern and Gel for a while now, but I haven’t got around to giving their remedies. The good thing is, it doesn’t matter a whole lot whether I had given it to them a few days or weeks ago or today, they won’t go back to their original states now that they have been treated with the right remedy. There are no new symptoms so no need to think about changing the remedy. I love homeopathy.
I am engaging in warfare with both Gel and Fern. They are refusing to eat in their crates. I’ve been very lax about allowing them to drag food around the living room or I’d feed them in their runs where they’d “graze” on their food throughout the day. Grazing is not how carnivores should eat. So, over the past few days, I’ve put them in their crates and offered them food. Cian eats. Fern and Gel lie there and look at it. I know there’s nothing wrong with the food because the cats steal it through the bars of the crates. If the cats are eating it, it is not bad. Cats won’t eat rancid meat. The only reason I’d think it was bad is because what I’ve been offering over the past couple of days has been venison scraps. I want the Border Collies eating like Kitty and Rose. You put food in for them and it’s inhaled. That’s how healthy dogs eat. I’ve tried to enforce this in the past and haven’t been consistent. I’m sticking to my guns this time. I’m tired of the extra cleaning that’s involved if they eat outside their crates. In the past, if they wouldn’t eat in their crates, I’d do an experiment wherein I’d put the food in their crates, put them in for 15 minutes, when they didn’t eat I’d let them out, but leave the doors to their crates open. Didn’t the little shits reach in, drag the meat out and eat it on the floor. Dogs!
I wanted about two minutes of the presidential debate last night. I almost threw up. I hate politics. McCain was grinning like a fool and Obama looked so, well, black. Not that there is anything at all wrong with him being black, as far as I am concerned, but I know it probably offends a whole lot of people which is going to make them vote for McCain. If McCain wins, I’m moving to Switzerland.