Trog and Other Animals is a petmoir serial. If you want to start at the beginning go to Trog and Other Animal Pages for the links.
Mungo received his first letter after Christmas. My niece just had to rub it in that he wasn’t the best swimmer.
Time passed. We had a routine which became monotonous after a while. We discovered about ourselves that we enjoyed the planning stages and the implementation stages of a project but once it came to routine maintenance we would start to tire of it and become bored. This added to our isolation started to wear us both down. Rod would say ” I just can’t see myself spending the rest of my life mowing lawns three days a week.”
A couple of animal events alleviated our boredom for a time. One of Trog’s ears lost all it’s fur. We took her to the vet, fearful it was ringworm like my first cat only to discover that it was a cancer from the sun. Surgery was the only option. Her recovery was quick but she was now almost earless and most certainly lopsided.
The other was the birth of the cows. Luckily for us they all gave birth with no problems. We later found that birthing can be fraught with dangers and we wouldn’t have had a clue what to do had it happened to us.
Once born the calves were well hidden by their mothers and in the early stages of life were rarely seen. Due to the bull I took the safer course and used binoculars on a regular basis to locate them; sometimes this took a considerable length of time.
By now I needed more brain stimulation and when I saw the ideal job, a haemodialysis nurse for a new community facility, advertised in the local paper I decided to apply.