today i went out to go and see my grandfather and grandmother, who are the epitome of hicks.

on the long ride to Tarkington i was thinking about my future and what i wanted to do. Zoology has always been a big passion of mine, when i was 5 i had the idea, and for a while i was even interested in majoring in Marine-biology, but lately Veterinary.


They have goats as pets, and they love them very dearly, but they cant really afford vet visits or shots for that matter, or even doctors appointments for themselves x.x

a few months ago they got 3 new babies all of them very cute

most of the goats have worms from the grass out there, and also because my grandpa doesn't understand they cant eat tortillas.. v.v;; but this small baby, my favorite of the three, had to be isolated from the rest in a small pen because he wasnt "feeling up to par" said my grandpa

when i went out to pet the goats i saw him laying there in a pile of his own waste covered in ants.. my grandma started to cry because she knew he was dead. as my grandpa went to scoop up the body to be buried he let out a weak baa

emiditly i went into the cage to see the damage, he was so skinny i couldnt even do a test where you lift up his skin to tell if he is dehydrated, all of his skin was stuck to his bones.. i got one large bottle and filled it with clean water (because my grandpa never cleans there water and where they live mosquitoes are horrid and take over the water) and placed the guys small head on my knee and held his body to where he was laying on his belly and not on his side and began to give him as much water as he could take without throwing up. then i gave him sugar water which gave him the energy to where after a few tires with my help he stood up very weakly.. when he could stand strongly i realized he was dehydrated because he wouldn't drink the nasty ass water and so skinny because his feed was not elevated (at that age they are too weak to bend down for food they have to reach up under the mother for milk and eat tall grass) so i elevated his feed and gave him a big clean bucket of water

after bitching out my grandparents about needing to bottle feed him they asked me to be their vet x.x






i just hope one isnt too bad off... then i wouldnt be able to help and they will blame me



my grandparents way of saying thankyou is to give us massive amounts of useless food that we wont use , but they got on sale at the farmers market and bought mass amounts of it.. so a lot of bags of cookies a jar of pickles and i think some other crap but i didnt care because the cookies and pickles were the only good thing





i feel i helped

they called a hour ago reporting the goat was feeling well enough that within a few days he can return with the herd...







irresponsible old people






v.v;;

















also to let you guys know about your art, i have been very busy but i do plan on doing it once i get done with my mozeic project for school... promise