I apologize for the break from our regularly scheduled programming. Although looking through some recent posts, maybe this IS our regularly scheduled programming! I had hoped to just post fun lesson videos before departing for a fun mountain ride, but alas, while I still get to hook up the trailer, it’s a much shorter trip (pun not intended).
Whyyyyyyyyyy? (ok, maybe you say it with a bit less resignation than I do)
Because, upon lifting his right front bell boot, Encore presented me with this lovely gift on Wednesday evening.
What In The Name Of Cod Is That?
I first thought it was just (yes, after enough horse repairs, it becomes ‘just’) an abscess. Our dear farrier was stopping by on Thursday anyway to do a quick reset of that shoe to hold it until our appointment next Tuesday. We both found it dryly amusing that his LEFT front foot was the one he bruised a bit about a month ago.
Farrier snipped away the flap (is it still a flap if it’s the entire thickness of the hoof wall??) and paused. Ermmmm, I don’t think that’s an abscess.
Now What?
As a biologist, I do appreciate his efforts to fascinate me via self-dissection, revealing internal anatomy. However, I’d rather just check that out on Google Images. I let him steep in the magic of an Animalintex pad overnight, dosed up on SMZ’s and bute, with a liberal amount of duct tape. I wasn’t quite satisfied with the view this morning though.
He’s re-wrapped with some neosporin on gauze to let things dry out a bit. Since he couldn’t possibly do such a thing on a Monday, the trailer will head out this afternoon tothe Batcave Dr. Bob’s clinic for an in-person inspection for weekend peace-of-mind. He did essentially resect his own hoof. If experience has taught me anything, it’s that the Unexpected Twist will ALWAYS occur on Saturday afternoon. :/
That’s Depressing. Give Us Some Trademark TFS Stupid Stubborn Positives.
Encore is quite sound wandering around his pasture. There is no swelling in his fetlock or pastern, nor heat, and he had no reaction to the hooftesters on his sole. He is also an excellent patient, dozing immobile as you poke, hose, wrap, smear, photograph, and peer at his feats (& feets, LOL).
I’m tossing around a few new USEA names for him on teh Facebookz; thus far, I’m rather taken with “Waylaid Again.” It has a little more flow than “The Vet, Again?!” Although his barn name is indeed prophetic, even more so if we lived in France. Or Quebec. Half the time he walks into the shed, I exclaim, “Encore?!”
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Because, upon lifting his right front bell boot, Encore presented me with this lovely gift on Wednesday evening.
What In The Name Of Cod Is That?
I first thought it was just (yes, after enough horse repairs, it becomes ‘just’) an abscess. Our dear farrier was stopping by on Thursday anyway to do a quick reset of that shoe to hold it until our appointment next Tuesday. We both found it dryly amusing that his LEFT front foot was the one he bruised a bit about a month ago.
Farrier snipped away the flap (is it still a flap if it’s the entire thickness of the hoof wall??) and paused. Ermmmm, I don’t think that’s an abscess.
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Neither of us can figure out how he managed it. While he grows ridiculous amounts of toe up front (he’s at four weeks in these pics), his hind toes stay short, neat, and round. His (thin, cheap) bell boot was not torn at all. The angle is simply bizarre.
As a biologist, I do appreciate his efforts to fascinate me via self-dissection, revealing internal anatomy. However, I’d rather just check that out on Google Images. I let him steep in the magic of an Animalintex pad overnight, dosed up on SMZ’s and bute, with a liberal amount of duct tape. I wasn’t quite satisfied with the view this morning though.
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He’s re-wrapped with some neosporin on gauze to let things dry out a bit. Since he couldn’t possibly do such a thing on a Monday, the trailer will head out this afternoon to
That’s Depressing. Give Us Some Trademark TFS Encore is quite sound wandering around his pasture. There is no swelling in his fetlock or pastern, nor heat, and he had no reaction to the hooftesters on his sole. He is also an excellent patient, dozing immobile as you poke, hose, wrap, smear, photograph, and peer at his feats (& feets, LOL).
I’m tossing around a few new USEA names for him on teh Facebookz; thus far, I’m rather taken with “Waylaid Again.” It has a little more flow than “The Vet, Again?!” Although his barn name is indeed prophetic, even more so if we lived in France. Or Quebec. Half the time he walks into the shed, I exclaim, “Encore?!”
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