Take two pigs and call me in the morning
Feb. 7th, 2011 08:00 amLast week was rough. Hopefully this week will be better. One bright spot of last week, though, was that I took the pigs to the vet for a checkup (it had been a year since their last one and the vet was sending me reminder postcards) and they were well received and got clean bills of health. I'm so grateful and feel like I should be constantly knocking on wood, and I'm going to do it again right now....
There we go.
Anyway, the vet agreed that Nicky's eye is Nicky's eye, and that any surgical cure would be worse than the disease, especially since she eats like a pro and doesn't seem to be in any pain.
My mom chauffeured us, and then took some pictures. I now share them with you.

Good lord, who is that hideous bag lady sitting next to the fleece-wrapped piggy carrier?!
( Oh wait. That's me. Ugh. )
And now it is back to ye olde grinde. No snowstorms forecast for this week, and I need to make myself go to yoga so I can be a healthy role model for healthy pigs. Or something.
There we go.
Anyway, the vet agreed that Nicky's eye is Nicky's eye, and that any surgical cure would be worse than the disease, especially since she eats like a pro and doesn't seem to be in any pain.
My mom chauffeured us, and then took some pictures. I now share them with you.
Good lord, who is that hideous bag lady sitting next to the fleece-wrapped piggy carrier?!
( Oh wait. That's me. Ugh. )
And now it is back to ye olde grinde. No snowstorms forecast for this week, and I need to make myself go to yoga so I can be a healthy role model for healthy pigs. Or something.