Out of the woods. . .

I’m not talking literally here, but referring to the saying of someone “being out of the woods” when they are finally out of trouble.

And that someone I’m referring to is our pet llama.

After she gave birth, I figured she’d be lethargic for a day or two.  The vet gave her an antibiotic at that time.  But it became obvious that she wasn’t gaining strength like she should have, and she didn’t want to get up.  I had to do something drastic – like spray cold water on her back side in an effort to clean off some of the mess – to get her to move.

Her back legs were way wobbly when she got up, and she didn’t go far until she was down again.  She wasn’t eating much.  All bad signs.

So it was call the vet again, get instructions, and carry on.  She’s getting the heavy duty combination penicillin, and yesterday and today a shot of Banamine.  And shots of vitamin B complex, and a shot of Ivermectin and… she got so mad at me yesterday! 

Poor baby.  She wasn’t eating much, so when she’d try to spit at me when I was giving her shots, nothing happened.  She finallly got so exasperated that the she tried to bite at me.  When I’d step outside to check on her, she’d look at me out of the corner of her eye, but try to pretend she didn’t see me.

But as much as I aggravated her, and as much as I can appreciate not liking shots, it’s obvious they are having a positive effect.  By yesterday evening she was ready to MOVE if she saw me come outside. . .

Today she is up and around grazing and moving without me pestering her.  That doesn’t mean she isn’t leery of my presence however.   Nope, when I went to check on her just a while ago, the look she gave me was priceless. . .

Oh yeah, she’s feeling better.