Fall Fallowturn Moon
Got a little wound up yesterday about anti-science. Nothing on the plate like that today. Just rain, or at least, drizzle. Cool. Gray.
Got my ax, my felling ax. Handmade. Handforged and sharpened. Hand turned handle. A simple tool. I like that. The kind I can understand. After next weekend, I can get at it, too. I have lots of woods, lots of chances to perfect my technique while getting aerobic exercise and upper body resistance work.
Gertie. Like Adrian Peterson. A torn ACL. Yes, her ruptured disk has healed under prednisone therapy, but on physical examination her knee joint moved more than it should. Probably a small tear that became big.
Interestingly, our vet, Roger Barr, says they never see torn ACL’s in sight hounds, our usual breeds: Whippets, Irish Wolfhounds, Salukis, Pharaoh Hounds. Their ACL, he says, 
is like a cord.
Gertie, though, our adopted granddog, is a German Short Hair, a breed that apparently does not have a cord like ACL. That means she needs surgery. Ouch. Kate’s right. Gertie’s young. She’ll get back 80-90% of her use of that leg and her atrophied muscle should, with rehab, regain some mass. So, we combed our budget and came up with the money. Not an insignificant amount.
A Latin tutoring session today. Gotta go.