Yes today is the Blacksmith's 62nd Birthday. Oh how I wish he was here so I could give him a big hug, or bake him a cake, or ask him for some help . . . but for the 38th year, he is gone on his birthday. He always goes on a primitive muzzle loading squirrel hunt.
And this is why I could use his help. Our black lab Bentley was bitten, we believe by a snake. He wasn't far from me or the grand daughter when he gave out 2 little barks. But soon he started acting different, then his eyes swelled shut, his whole face started growing. I called the vet, first we give him ibuprofen (we used liquid children's stuff), later he will get antibiotics.
So from this day on the government will pay the blacksmith to stay alive!!
Happy Birthday Bernie!