Frustratisfaction? Satisfrustration? What’s the word for when your schemes succeed beyond your plans, and you have some new issue, not entirely bad but time-consuming, to deal with?
Over the years we have acquired some animals that have been damaged, whether deliberately or innocently, and have all the signs of PTSD. And, over the years, we have worked patiently to cawlm them down, win them over, and develop trust and tranquility that had been lost. It takes effort—when we first got T., I feared that I would never be able to catch her at all. Trying to touch D like trying to bring together the north poles of two magnets. The first time I tried milking L it took 45 minutes. But, there’s things you can do, if you are patient (and if you have someone like the Real Doctor show you how to do them) and can bring some measure of peace to these animals’ troubled minds.
And now, after a few years of work, here we are. T, even though she is not being milked, gets in the way of the animals coming off the milk stand because she wants attention; I can braid her beard, and she’s fine with it. D will do anything for a peanut, and has taken to blockading the exit of the milk stand until I give her a good scratching. L is still a little nervous on the stand, but is mostly just one of the herd. She will not move off the stand at all until she gets that spot on her shoulder scratched; her eyes, even now open wide most of the time in a look of extreme alertness and timidity, start to close a little, and then almost shut, as her head slowly arches back and her tongue starts to loll out of her mouth, as for a brief moment, from the demons in her head that torment her, she gains respite...
...but it kind of holds up the progress of getting the milking done.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment