Gyre was feeling good enough to challenge Loki through the fence about breakfast. Dumbass. Gyre is wethered, Loki is... not. Loki is also something like seven years older than Gyre, is in heat, and is in with two girls.
Painkillers: beer for goats. "Hey, watch me do something stupid!"
ETA: Yes, I did remember to call the vet. I let him know that Gyre was appearing to improve. He did not sound surprised, but did sound pleased. He repeated his statement that, often, the sedation, manipulation of the bladder (for the sonograms), and the painkillers are enough to get the stone moving on outta there. I very well could go home tonight to find Gyre standing there with his tail straight up, staring at me and asking me why he's locked up and what my problem is.
