Pisnak and the Scur

Pisnak and his sad horn.

We do all our own disbudding. We also do it for other people.  Hubby is really good at it.

I can't even be in the same room most of the time.  I usually serve tea and coffee to the human parents of these kids.  Because most can't handle it also.  Unfortunately it's a necessary evil of goat farming. Especially if you're selling them to 4Hers. 

Dave did Pisnak when he came here, but for some strange reason one side grew back. It grew wrong, weird and pointy.  We were able to get him in the disbudding box and redo one side, but he didn't dare do the other side.  Pisank got too strong and we couldn't hold him in the box safely without him getting hurt.  

Sooooo....guess what!?  Goat god extraordinaire showed up tonight at 7pm to fix Pisnak's horn.

I was having a meeting in our kitchen with the manager of the local farmer's market about selling my soap there also.  So I couldn't go out with Dr. MacHattie and Dave.  This was maybe a good thing.

Dave came in after and said, "You should be happy you didn't see that. He used big bone nippers.  and you could hear the crunch of the horn. "  Shudder... 

Thank goodness he was under anesthetic. Maybe Dave should have been also.

WARNING!!!

The following photo might offend some people.

It actually looks worse in person.

We had to keep checking on him to make sure that he didn't roll on his side while he was "out" so he wouldn't get bloat. We went to check on him about 15 minutes after the vet left. He was already up and about. But he had a pitiful cry. We sprayed Blue Coat on him and left him to sleep the rest off.  In case you're wondering...he's on pain killers and he left us more just in case.  He'll probably have one heck of a headache tomorrow.

I can hear him now, "I didn't think I drank that much.  Hiccup! Maybe that grain was fermenting. Give me a Tylenol!"

Have a Blessed Evening.
Lisa

J. and Tomas our International Student from Columbia before the game.

It's been a stressful week, but not for the reason that you'd all be thinking. J.'s team played for bronze last Saturday and it ended up that they won that one and played for Gold today .....

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AND THEY WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They were third from last and they got the GOLD MEDAL!!!! Well needless to say you have a bunch of proud parents in the area tonight! It's amazing what you can accomplish when you put your mind to it.

Proud papa and kid

The thing is that yesterday their only goalie was dog sick with the stomach flu! Not good. We had everyone on Facebook praying for a quick recovery. He was there this morning, ready to play. Now don't tell me prayer doesn't work!

I've always said I didn't want J. in hockey. It's too expensive, time consuming and I knew I'd turn into the dreaded HOCKEY MOM! and Dave into the HOCKEY DAD. Well guess what?! I was right on all accounts. It is too expensive,time consuming and we did turn into the dreaded hockey parents. Oh well... J.'s loving it and it's actually something he's really good at. But it's still hard on the nerves when you watch them play and the game ends up 2-1!

J. and the grandparents.

We stopped on our way home to visit Dave's parents in the old folks home (yeah, I know that's not politically correct). They were so proud.

Pisnak.

Friday we got our little buckling delivered from Sussex, NB. We called him Pisnak. He's an Alpine wannabe Nubian. His ears were upright when he was born, but they're not sure if it's the extreme cold that knocked his ears down or when they tattooed him. But whatever the reason, it's not genetic and he's healthy otherwise so he's our new stud for this fall. It's not like he's going to be shown in goat shows or anything. So we took him anyhow. It kinda gives him character.

Well speaking of Pisnak, I have to go bottle feed him and then go to bed. We are pooped. Stressing over hockey games tires a body out!

Have a Blessed evening

Lisa