Going to the vet

Our new baby Belle was limping again.  I can’t quite put into words how odd it is to take a goat to the vet – in Charleston!  I still laugh often at our transportation method and wonder if Honda had ever listed this as a use for the trunk space in the van.  Turns out, people in the middle of Charleston do not quite expect one to pull a goat out of the trunk of a van.  Or walk one on a leash through the vets office.  Very friendly folks, very nervous goat!  Beeping horns, traffic, people, dogs, cats – glad I had Andrea to help with this trip!

So little limping Belle has been a very good patient and with a couple of vet trips in her list of experiences – I think she has decided she likes the van and K-Love radio.  She is on “stall rest” which is the goat term for bedrest in humans.  Small stall, deep bedding, no bullies (I mean buddies) and lots of love.  She is already a princess, the loudest kid, and doesn’t like to be alone – this isn’t going to help!

We made her a nice “little stall” with a path to outdoor grass where she could see the other goats, but nobody could bump her around.  My sister, Andrea, and I can do some pretty fair figuring when we have to.  In a barn with 7 horses, 7 goats and 8 stalls – Some problem solving was required.  Worked out well though.

So, now Belle can see her new buddies inside or out, she doesn’t have to/get to walk around too much so her leg can heal up fully.  I can’t wait until she feels better.  I want to watch her jump and play!  Wish I would have thought to take a photo of our “stall rest” solution.  I’ll try to add it later!