Hope « Me, myself and irony

Hope

02Sep09

It’s been an emotionally draining couple of weeks, but Pepper is hanging in there – scabs and all. The snuffles have really hit her hard, so today the vet switched her treatment to penicillin injections. She’s so bunged up it was getting really difficult for her to take the syringed medication, so at least this way we know it’s all going in to get to work. Happily, the vet thought the worst of the myxi was over now, as her scabs are starting to heal – so now we just need to work on getting her little nose better too. George didn’t develop the symptoms, just one solitary scab on the end of his nose – if all carries on well, he won’t need any treatment at all, but he insists on plenty of attention and clover.

Looking equally cautiously optimistic out in the garden are the tomatoes and squash we planted back in June. In the end, the packets of beetroot and carrots were saved for next year, as space was getting a little tight. As it is, I can’t make it up the garden path without sunflower leaves slapping me in the face and tomato stems tripping me over – not to mention the slimy slugs. I accidentally trod on one in the dark the other night, and it was only a well executed move more suited to a ballerina that saved me from going over on my backside. They need to learn the goodies are not there to feed them; at the rate the squash are growing, it’s only a matter of time before we get to tuck in.