Cookie-goat has been limping heavily these last few days. I'm not surprised. He has a tendency for foot problems, and we have had a very wet spring.

This afternoon, I caught him (he can't run; he can barely walk), gave him a piece of bread, haltered him, and tied his head to the fence. I then cleaned out between his toes, trimmed his toenails, and put medication between his toes to help with the icky infection part.

One broken halter, a scrub brush, a bucket of water, and a large mess later, and we were done. I now am covered with goat-shit-and-water blend. As soon as I finish my big glass of water, I'm headed for a long cold shower. That is, if I can get out from under the cats. They think I smell wonderful. The dog is beyond awe that I taste so good.

Blech.