Tonight after dinner, Jenni gave Oona, an alpaca, a shot of penicillin.
I stood next to Oona and… observed. Okay, so I said some really nice and completely meaningless things like, “Good girl, Oona.” I kind of held her with my leg so she wouldn’t jump away, but that was about it.
Jenni did all the shot giving stuff, which looked fairly professional to me. When did she suddenly pick up shot-administering skills?
I have no idea. But I am impressed.