Looks like Pupsie will not be getting her very special operation. In fact, it was scheduled for this morning. Farmer H's efforts to trap her were futile. He came home at 1:30 on Wednesday to make the attempt. The very incident he's known would have to happen since six weeks ago when he made Pupsie's appointment. The vet said to let her know by 2:30 if Pupsie wouldn't be able to go under the knife on Thursday morning.
Farmer H went out to the side porch, armed with a baggie of hot dogs. He hollered for Jack. That's to throw Pupsie off, you know. Make her less suspicious, heh, heh. Jack is a good dog. He's always there for a petting, wagging his tail and squirming with happiness. Pupsie, not so much. She won't even follow me to the kitchen door for a treat unless Jack is up on the porch.
Anyhoo... Farmer H said he tossed pieces of hot dog into the pet carrier. And that Pupsie would only go inside to eat them when Farmer H was way over by the Gator under the carport. Any closer, and Pupsie would not go in.
Farmer H came into the kitchen to report this news to me, then headed back out to go to town. "Just watch. I bet they've eaten those hot dogs now that I'm in the house."
Of course they did.
I suppose another appointment will be made, and Farmer H will perhaps concentrate more on the taming. He says Pupsie will come up and eat out of his hand, but the minute he tries to pet, she jumps away. No amount of (assorted) drugging has done anything to calm Pupsie's anxiety.
2 comments:
Can he somehow rig the carrier door to close as pupsie goes in? Like a wildlife trap. He may have to call in some help, maybe someone with calf roping experience. The other option would be to dose her heavily enough so she falls asleep which would mean having her in the carrier overnight which is not ideal, but could be done and she will forget eventually.
River,
Pupsie will have to be in the carrier overnight anyway, since they don't want her eating anything between 3:00 and the surgery the next morning. Can't risk her eating a random baby mole overnight!
I said Farmer H might need to tie a string on the door to close it when she goes in. He said it won't latch, and she could get out. The Veteran has offered to come help, but I don't know how they'd go about it. Farmer H thinks he might be able to catch her with a fishing net. He has some "sleeves" from when he worked in the butcher saw factor, which will guard his arms against bites if (WHEN) Pupsie panics. I don't like that plan, but I'm afraid something bad could happen when Farmer H goes to raising the medicine to try and make Pupsie sleep.
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