Earlier in the week we had talked about going hiking in the Great Smoky Mountains today, but we decided since we had traveled the last two Saturdays we would just head out to the farm to make sure no one had dumped a body out there or anything.
I didn’t really expect a body, but I did figure there had been people fishing and stuff, and so we wanted to go out and have a look around to make sure everything was doing okay.
Lucy was super excited and she quickly settled in the rear cargo area where she could sprawl out on the drive.
As we pulled up, very vivid blue hydrangeas met us. There were only a few blooms, but they were so very pretty. Next time we go out there I’ll fertilize them and see if that won’t help with them blooming more. I bet it’s been years since they were last fertilized.
Aren’t they pretty though?
The boys put on a ton of bug spray before going off to do their on things.
Reid picked me some daisies right off the bat. I love when he brings me flowers and I know he won’t be doing it much longer if he’s anything like his older brother so I treasure his thoughtfulness.
Grey got busy doing some target practice with his Airsoft sniper rifle. It weighs a ton so I’m surprised he can hold it up and aim it as well as he does. He’s got some awesome sniping skills.
Lucy found a shady spot in a place where she could keep an eye on all of us at one time. She’s a herding dog and she likes to keep us all in sight to make sure everything is going all right.
I took pictures of some wildflowers and watched Grey do his target practice before taking a walk down to the pond.
We were surprised to see the water level had dropped a couple of feet since the last time we had been out. The dirt around the pond is usually covered in water.
As we walked around to the far side of the pond, we found an assortment of bottles and cans along with a couple of little camp fires.
It looks like they used some of the wood from the porches that were removed from the old trailer before it was moved out. I think I’m going to put a trashcan out with a sign asking them to please pick up after themselves.
And no, I’m not kidding about the trashcan and sign.
Stew, Lucy, and I walked on towards where the spring which feeds into the pond. The spring had dried up but I think most of the water runs underground as is. It’s probably more of a “wet weather spring” like we had in the pasture where I grew up.
We founds 3 old floating docks which had been grounded with the lower water levels and as we stood talking about what we should do with those docks, Lucy howled out in pain.
She was shaking her head and pawing at her mouth. I thought she might have been bitten by a small snake that wasn’t letting go or stung. I really couldn’t tell what was going on with her.
We got Lucy up on the wood dock so we wouldn’t be sinking into the mud as we assessed her. The spring might have dried up, but we were still marring up in the mud where the water usually flowed through.
We soon realized Lucy had been attacked by a three pronged (treble) fishing hook like the one picture below. Looks pretty vicious, doesn’t it?
One hook went through her lower lip right at the front of her mouth and the other 2 prongs were sticking out (but not into her)–which presented a threat if she continued to paw at her mouth.
I must admit Lucy was cool as a cucumber. I stayed with her while Stew ran to find some pliers. She was relaxed and wasn’t whining or anything. We just sat there on the muddy dock with her snuggled up against me while the big hooks were sticking out of her front lip. I think since I was remaining calm it helped her to stay calm. Animals usually take their cues from human emotions they sense.
When Stew got back, I held her jaw open with one hand and pulled her lip away from her gum with the other while Stew attempted to remove the hook.
I’ll just add a disclaimer here:
Don’t attempt this at home. You’ll probably get bit.
I got lucky, but then again I know my dog pretty well. We’ve done a lot of training together and she trusts me completely, but I was honestly expecting to get bit during this process. Again, I got lucky!
Stew was able to get some of it the hook out of her lip, but the hook broke off too short to get the rest of it out. So we packed up and headed to Knoxville for a visit to the emergency vet clinic with our wet, muddy clothes and shoes on.
We were a sight to be seen.
They started an I.V., sedated her, and then removed the little barb from her lip. A couple of hours later we got to bring her home.
She’s drugged up in the picture below, but I assure she’s doing fine. As the bandage on her leg says, it was a “ruff” day.
I had warned the boys to keep an eye out for snakes and wasps at the farm, but fishing hooks had never entered my mind.
I have a feeling my list “to keep an eye out for” will continue to grow, but that’s life. We’ll just roll with the punches as they come along.
Thanks for stopping by. Hope ya’ll have a nice evening!