Separation and Reunion

Once again, spreading the content jam over multiple slices of post toast. [Getting Ready]

For what we spent on the vet stay, I can at least get a few blog posts out of it. Happy to pay. Glad we could afford it. But it was certainly a number.

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Did Rodney miss Milton while Milton was at the vet clinic? [Milton Arranges A Spa Stay]

Initially we thought yes. Shortly after Milton refused his cookie, we loaded up and took off, which included feeding Rodney, getting the dogs and cats settled, hitching up the trailer that hadn’t moved since October, and so on, and so on, It was a minor whirlwind. When we got back, Rodney was looking a little frazzled. We thought he was wondering where Milton was.

In retrospect, he might have been ill. Rodney’s go-to move for pain is to get spooky. He might have had a mild bout of whatever Milton had. Would be logical. Rodney never stopped eating, nor acted ill. If anything, he had extra energy. After a few days, he settled. Or got better. Or both.

Did Milton miss Rodney? Not really.

Felt punk. Had company the first and third nights. Not thrilled to be left alone the middle night. Mostly looking for food. Unfortunately for Milton, he chose a health spa, one that monitored his diet, rather than a luxury spa that fed him bon-bons.

Were they happy to see each other when Milton came home? Kinda, sorta.

Initially, Rodney came up to the fence line to greet Milton while we took Milton’s shipping boots off. Much neck arching and nosing and snorting and squealing over the fence. It was adorable. Then we let Milton into the field. Rodney was happy to see his buddy. Milton was happy to see the hay Rodney had left on the floor of the run-in. Rodney stood around for a while, then went back out to the field.

It’s tempting to see this as Rodney being forlorn and wanting to be friends while Milton ignored him in favor of hay shreds. But that could be a human interpretation.

Equally likely. Happy that the herd had been reestablished, Rodney wandered back out into the field.

Either way, Milton continued to pick at the leftovers.

Onwards!
Katherine