MY DAILY CALENDAR – DAY 330 – NOVEMBER 26, 2013
MY DAILY CALENDAR FOR TUESDAY, DAY 330 OF 2013: All reports from the weather wizards indicate that the massive snow bearing storm currently on a north easterly path will completely bypass the local area. Mlle. Renee and I sure hope so. She bruised her front paw last week and she was limping around for a day or two. For some reason, she thinks I’m the great medicine man of the house. So, she always comes to me and shows me all of her ouchies and expecting me to rub medicine on them and make them better. At least she doesn’t expect me to kiss them. Now, if she gets a cut or scratch, I can clean it and rub in a bit of Neosporin Ointment. If she develops a summer rash on her tummy, I have an anti-itch cream to rub on. But what do I do when she comes to me with a bruised paw where I can’t see any visible damage? Probably what most doctors do with their patients. Commiserate with her, examine her paw, wash it off with warm water and tell her it will be better.
Now my grandfather would have treated her in a completely different manner. With one exception, he did not believe in doctors or medicine. His one exception was patent medicine known an SLOAN’S GREEN LINIMENT. It was an elixir that was made in Saint Louis.And the basic ingredients were cayenne pepper extract, methyl salicylate, camphor oil, turpentine, and pine oil. According to my uncles, it burned like hell when you rubbed it on the skin. Now, my grandfather used it for all aches and pains, and cuts and bruises on himself and any of the many animals who called him their friend. He never saw a doctor and he lived into his nineties. Hey, it worked for him.
But I would never use anything on Renee that wasn’t recommended by her veterinarian. And I keep all of her meds in her own bag, so I don’t get them mixed up with the ones I use on myself.
But when my grandfather raised turkeys when I was little, this is what they looked like.And they would run up behind me and peck me on my hienie. Bad birds! But they weren’t that bad when grandma roasted him for dinner after my first communion.