Well, at least she’s got one leg that doesn’t need some sort of bandage…’cept that’s one of the ones that got injected yesterday so probably doesn’t count for much.
Also hashtag ex-broodie problems: She’s got such a giant
incubator barrel that when barely-competent barn staff just looks at her from the front they’re like oh yeah looks like a fat hay belly horse is fine. Except when you step back you can see ribs from 10 feet away, and I’m always surprised when I look at pictures how skinny she looks in the picture vs. in person. Camera definitely does not add 50 pounds.
Unexpected problem: Magic Cushion looks kind of like some sort of delicious molasses cookie dough and I wish I could eat it
Fact: Pearls may increase in size by up to two hands when on stall rest and handgrazing in a giant empty field
Rocking the fancy compression socks
Mission Vet: Accomplished. Poor pony had something going on in just about every leg. She was ouchy enough for flexions that we opted out of xrays to save costs on that visit, but I’ll get them next time I have a vet out (hopefully not ‘til fall shots *knocks on all the wood*). Injected both hocks and the right front fetlock. Left front seemed to be mostly footsoreness from compensating for all the other three, but time will tell. Two days of stall rest with handwalking, then time to very lightly bring her back into work and hope with all my heart that she’s sound.
Pic one: Holy shit where are you taking me [yes we closed the window to trailer her, that was just while we were parked]
Pic two: Vet techs: Uh, so she’s not really a lightweight when it comes to sedation, huh? Me: Uh yeah, not so much.
Pic three: After the second hit of dorm+torb [the first was just for scrubbing, homegirl has some ants in her pants]
Pic four: Right front fetlock injected
Pic five: She looks sleepy, but…
Pic six: All manner of restraints to get the 2nd hock done
Pic seven: Heading back to stall to wake up a little more before getting on the trailer, except she doesn’t much look like she’s having any trouble being awake
Pic eight: Definitely coherent enough to try to search for teeny little scraps of hay that remained after they took the haynet out.
Setting up a co-op of sorts with my sole friend at that barn to get her various paints/poultices/wraps on and off, since I live an hour + away and can’t be there 2x a day and even daily is a stretch. Hoping this all does the trick though. She’s worth every penny.
In conclusion: Oh, Pearl.