So, let me tell you about yesterday..

Bobby:

Friday night I pulled Bobby out of his stall to tack him up...the day before a horse show I try to take him for a trail ride, for mental health reasons.
His rectum was completely swollen up and he was running a fever of a 102. Started him on Naxcel and Banamine and yet more Gastro Guard, scratched him from the show. Still not better although the Naxcel killed the fever. We have zero clue about his butt, it is marginally better but still not right. I'm going to stop the Naxcel today and then I'm going to try some Azium. I think he's got a bug bite that has swelled considerably and he worried himself into the fever.

Uncle Leo:

Friday night, didn't eat his dinner. No fever, no colicy stuff, but laying down a LOT and not interested in food. We decided not to take a chance with him and I stayed home from the show so I could keep an eye on him. He spent all dang day lying around, literally, except for my hand walking him between spurts of rain. Not better yet. Acts lethargic and tired. Took his temp...97.8 What's with that? So now it's October and he's wearing clothes. It's going to be a long winter.

Pirate:

Glancing around at his belly and trying to lie down. More banamine. No fever.

New horse:

I picked the one of three I liked on the truck and Whoo! He was the one who was supposed to come to us. I led him up the drive to the barn while my mother gave the guys terrible advice how to get out of our road with the tractor trailer and the tractor trailer got well and truly stuck on the next road up in a dog leg. The drivers were not happy campers. Neither were the neighbours.

The weather:

It rained 9 inches here in one day. Went from 85 to 55 in one day, again.

Casey:

After finally finally figuring out the trailer was really not so terrible and loading up the last couple of times like a real horse....she decided yesterday morning to be a hag and we practically had to carry her on kicking and screaming.

Kipper:

is perfect and ran up to me from across the field yesterday when I stopped my car and called him. *insert heart thumping warm fuzzy here*

Clarence:

Lost a shoe on Friday night IN HIS STALL and had to be scratched. How did he do that?

Wilma:

(don't blame me they come with these stupid names): Was a cow to her kid and ran away with her schooling Friday so SHE scratched.

TC:

Ran around like a loon in the paddock and came in with big legs. Dope.

Chablis:

Despite having been turned out with Bug for a YEAR, decided Bug was a bad thing and it was his, Chablis', personal duty to try to kill him. He was busy beating the TAR out of him in the field when I went to save him, and not only would he not stop, he tried to kill ME as I was trying to make an escape with Bug, who ended up needing stitches to close one of the wounds.

Bug:

Reacted badly to the antibiotic and tried to colic. I have run through almost an entire bottle of injectable Banamine by now and my vets are the "vets on site" at the CCI* in at Morven Park, and I can't actually FIND them to get more Banamine, which makes me nervous.



It was not a good day.