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frustratedearthmother
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Me too!I love Cowboy!
I fed the critters earlier this afternoon than I usually do so I only went back out this evening to give a quick "look-see" before it got totally dark. Saw Cowboy standing behind a goat - fending off the pigs from the area. Didn't seem right so I went on into the pasture to see what was going on. Stupid little Nigi doe that still crawls through the panel holes was stuck....musta been stuck for awhile. She had gotten through past her ribs and then her big belly wouldn't go through. No going forward - no going backward. Pigs were too interested for comfort. I might not have minded too much cuz this goat is a pain in my butt - free pig food, right, lol. Okay - my sense of humor is a bit warped these days.
Anyway....he stood guard while I went and got bolt cutters and had to cut the _itch outta the fence. Yay...
Not a great couple days with the oldsters. Dad fell from trying to walk without pulling his pants up after pottying. Mom has been paranoid delusional for a couple days now. (She has had a psych diagnosis for years now) Thought we were trying to separate her and dad when they go to the assisted living. Kept saying we wanted her to go and not him. Today she thought we were trying to poison her with the water that wasn't really water. She didn't want to take her meds so she tossed her tomato juice on to the floor. I asked her if she spilled it or if she did it deliberately and she laughed and said "I sure didn't spill it." Then she cheeked her medication and went to the bathroom and spit them out. She's getting scary.... I told her if I caught her doing it again I'd call an ambulance and have her admitted to a psych hospital. She's been once and doesn't want to go again. Thinking back I think she's been doing it for a few days because she's under control when she gets her meds.
Talked to the Assisted Living facility yesterday... I asked if we're talking weeks or months because I can't do months. Was told it's probably a couple weeks. Looks like no sleep for me for the next few weeks. Tonight I start sleeping downstairs on the couch....with one eye open I guess. I've gotta admit that I'm a little afraid of what she's capable of. She keeps rummaging through the silverware drawer when she thinks we're not looking. I keep telling her to stay out of the kitchen. Not working so far...
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