For two burros who don't get out much (as in never), George and Alan were on
their best behavior yesterday for their bi-annual trip to the vet. They got their teeth floated,
their ears de-ticked, and their boys parts cleaned. The trip was 100% uneventful,
but that still doesn't mean I enjoyed it. I can't begin to explain the stress and anxiety I feel
hauling this precious cargo down the road from hell, then on to Albuquerque.
You'd have to see the size of the wine glass sitting next to me to believe me.
Maybe it was my whining, or my pleading, or my 15 years of being a loyal client who has
helped put his children through college, but when I asked our vet for the umpteenth time today
if he would come to us instead of me making the trek to Albuquerque for these annual physicals,
he said, "I think we can make that work." It was like hearing angels singing.
He has a big client in Belen now - a breeding farm - which he visits weekly during foaling season.
He said he'd be willing to come visit us while he was in "the neighborhood." Oh Happy Day!