Poor Timmy
I got home from work last Tuesday to find Timmy sleeping soundly by the drive. He was so out that he looked dead and almost didn’t move when I stopped next to him. I noticed his mouth looked like it was open. When I called his name he sat up and still had his mouth open. It looked like he had something stuck in his mouth. I parked the truck and went back to him to check.
It was worse than I thought. Somehow he had torn the inside of his mouth away from his jawbone in the front and down one side. It was already infected and he had hay and other junk under his jaw.
I couldn’t hold him and clean out his mouth and Lisa was away on business. Thankfully mom was home so we walked next door and I held him while she cleaned all the hay out of his mouth and then we washed it out with water.
I put him in a large dog kennel with some water and we made a trip to the vet Wednesday morning. Dr Thomas was away and the vet filling in said I’ve never worked on a goat. I immediately got an uneasy feeling. Thankfully she didn’t hesitate to take a look and do some quick research on how to knock him out so she could work on him. She did an excellent job. She got him all stitched up and on antibiotics. I took him home with a lampshade around his neck so he wouldn’t mess with his stitches.
All was going well and the vet called Saturday to see how he was doing and I told her he was doing fine. I had just taken the lampshade off him Friday night. About 20 minutes (5 minutes after the vet closed) later I went out to check his water and found he had torn his stitches loose. So back to the vet he went this morning.
OOPS!
When I castrated the little boars I missed one. One day about 4 months ago I noticed one of the “castrated” little boars chasing the sows. I caught him and placed him with the other not fixed boars. I thought I caught him before he could breed with anyone. Not so lucky. This morning I found 5 little piglets. The boar was registered AGH (he is the one that now lives in NY) and the Sow is Patsy out 50/50 AGH/KuneKune sow.
Last week one of the little red boars that we are saving for Marcy got in with the sows so we may have more oopses in about 4 months. I hope not. He wasn’t chasing so I think he was after their food and not their affection.