By writing this now, I'm assuming everything will get better...they always say bad luck comes in 3's, right? It's been a tough weekend here at the farm. First, Saturday morning, Shadow ran under Brent's tire as he was leaving the yard and they took him to the vet. He's made it so far, and today was actually sitting up. He has one paw he won't use yet, but has taken in food and water today. Shortly after Ryan got back with him and got him settled into the basement, Christopher decided to go downstairs and take a look at the puppy...without us! Needless to say the clunking I heard was not Christopher throwing things down the steps, but rather him falling head first down the steps. He has a few really good bruises on his head, had blood out both of his nostrils and a huge bruise by his nose, but other than that, he turned out really good and was running back up the steps within an hour! Then, this morning Ryan pulled a calf that didn't make it...so that's got to be the third and final thing...right?
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