Annie is still in the hospital, but I’m happy to report she has now taken a turn for the better. Pancreatitis seems to be a matter of the body poisoning itself. Once it gets started, it can be hard to turn around. She was pretty bad for a while, but is now responsive again. She’ll need to stay longer, but it appears she is going to recover.
Revenge of the bratwurst
The great Bratwurst Incident was Friday. Annie felt bad on Saturday (understandably). Then she got worse on Sunday and could barely walk. Sunday was a travel day for us, and we ended up at the Emergency Vet Clinic in South Miami that afternoon. Annie has Pancreatitis and had to be admitted to the hospital. They treated her intravenously with anti-nausea, antibiotics, and painkillers all last night and today. She wasn’t very good this afternoon, so she’ll spend at least another day there. Poor Annie.
Sunday
We’re not in the Keys any more. Our reservation at Bluewater Key ran out. We had to let the bay view go and head north. We’re back on the Peninsula; in Homestead, between Miami and the Everglades: http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&msa=0&msid=107013362562471418011.00046ff7cac9ae98ff560&ll=31.840233,-93.076172&spn=16.796288,39.331055&z=5
Unsolved Mystery
Me, I eat brats for lunch. Judy cooks them for me in bunches and I eat one or two a day. But today, we have an unsolved mystery. Judy cooked fifteen brats. Now there are only ten.
Five brats missing. No way to know what happened to them. I know if I ate five brats all at once, I’d feel terrible…
Fifteen brats on a plate on the kitchen counter cooling. Twenty minutes later, only ten. If only we had a clue…
Fort Jefferson
The fort takes up an entire island. The bricks and lumber came from Pensacola, 500 miles away. The cement and stone came from New York, 1,500 miles away. The concrete foundation is 14 feet wide and a mile long, built Below Sea Level! You can walk the moat wall all the way around the fort. A moat to protect against attack and against the weather. Bastions from which they can protect the walls.
The fort was built for 400 cannons, and designed so 125 of them could simultaneously work the same target. No square corners.
A burrowing owl has adopted the fort, living in the remains of the main powder magazine. He’s in this picture.
