Doing Things For Myself

I talk alot about my perfect day off. My perfect day off where the dogs have seemed to disappear, I can nap without guilt, I get household stuff done, I watch movies, it rains (but not over my clothesline where my clothes are drying) and so on. Its a day with infinate time. However, this day doesn't and will never exist. I hate doing errands on my day off. I decided last week that I wasn't going to go grocery shopping on my day off any more because it took up too much of my day. So we did it Sunday.
Even though today, I only planned on going to work the ponies (and somewhat begrudgingly at that), I ended up having to do multiple other things as well. Such as euthanize a pony. More on that later. I had a package to mail (though I though the PO would be closed since its Flag Day), a shirt to take to the dry cleaners and some fabric to buy without having any plans for something to make from it (a quilt is the current thought). I did get a nap in and then get all those blogs published. Laundry is out on the line and I'm going to get started on dishes and dinner once I'm done here. I really could clean up the house, wash Sadie (who ran away and came back smelling horrible!), clean the inside of my car and maybe go get it washed too. And I have some intracate dinner to make as well. I wonder when Joe is going to be home?

Anywho, I guess I'll finish this up and try to carve some time away from sitting on my butt to do some of the other things I wanted to do...or at least some of the things that I needed to do. Where is the motivation fairy?

There she is!

Regarding the pony I euthanized today...Last Saturday, when I was working large animal I was way out in Gardners (about 30 minutes from Newville) going to look at a horse when I get a call about a pony in Newville with a bad laceration. I relay that it will be an hour before I can get there or more and that if the wound is bleeding to to apply pressure. After looking at a horse that didn't need to be looked at, I went back to Newville. Once I was going down the driveway to the horse, I was shocked. There was a little gray pony stallion standing on three legs. His third leg was obviously cut. The owner met me and told me that the horse had did this last night around dusk but there wasn't anything that could be done in the dark. The leg was cut at the coronary band and the hoof was hanging on like wearing too big of a shoe. I told the owner that it didn't look good. I relayed all of my fears about the injury to him and he understood but wanted to try. So we bandaged the foot and hoped for the best. I looked at it on Wednesday and the hoof was still there and the granuation tissue of the wound looked good. I posted it on VIN, got some ideas that were only moderately helpful and when I called back about a week later, the owner informed me that the pony had sloughed his foot. He still wanted to give the pony a shot. I went out on Monday and the cannon bone was gone. Monday, I had gone out to encourage euthansia but now I knew there was nothing that could be done. I told the owner this. I think he was looking for confirmation in his mind. Today, I went out to euthanize. I never met a nicer pony. He was a sweet guy. Nicer than even my own ponies. He didn't suffer when going down but it wasn't as smooth as I would like. I'm sad to know that there is one less nice pony stallion in the world. He was great.