Luck's cut has gotten worse. The infection is oozing out a clear liquid. It smells, very badly. And the cut looks gruesome. I feel so helpless and sad. Yet, she, is as bright and happy as can be. She behaves as if nothing is wrong at all. She doesn't have a care in the world. She's happy and curious and ever so eager to see whatever in the world her human friends are doing. Feet are among her favorite toys, although hands are equally as entertaining. Tall grass is her favorite place to hide. And she absolutely loves milk bones. She plays constantly- almost too much. And even with her energetic spirit. I am worried. So I intend to contact an animal rescue tonight and hopefully have her removed from the village.
