Muddin!

Interesting title huh?

Well, let's just say we didn't get the SNOW that was predicted last night...but we got some more unneeded rain at my house. I know, I know...don't complain. We'll be screaming for rain again this summer I'm afraid...so let's take all we can get now.

Got up a bit later this am to dr Skelly. He's been sooooo good....I figured he was really learning something.

DH was less than cooperative...he stayed in bed. MUST BE FREAKIN NICE huh?

So, i crushed pills after donning a few layers and headed out into the COLD....

Yeah, chilly...but no SNOW.

Skelly's 'pasture' (aka round pen) was a muddy mess.

Maybe I should explain my choice in foot wear here....my sneakers. YES SNEAKERS, not TENNIS shoes....I DO NOT PLAY TENNIS

That being said.....UNLACED SNEAKERS. It's gotten to be a habit lately..slip 'em on...do what needs done....slip 'em off. Easy Peasy....I like that.

Enter Skelly's Pen. Turn, close gate. Set bucket in bucket (LOL). Turn. Catch Skelly with ease. He was waiting right there...didn't budge. I rubbed him for a sec.....then undid right side of neck cover and folded it into itself. Next I undid the chest straps on his blanket so I could see his owie. I'm so happy to report that his owie is healing. VERY WELL. It's covered over, nice small scab. Very good.
Like I said...DH STAYED IN BED. SO, I'm dr-ing Skelly myself. I keep his nose turned into me...nice small circle.....he moves a little bit and stops. I go to touch his owie, he moves a little bit and stops....he moves a lot! I move with him....my sneaker doesn't....i step in about 4 inches on mud with my right foot...i start cursing DH. Not HIS fault I didn't tie my sneakers, but I wouldn't have to be following him all over the round pen so much if he'd have been there to lend an extra hand. Not taking my stress out on Skelly I step back into the sneaker (squish squish) and follow him some more. Spray medicine....move a bit.....put baking powder...move around a little bit. Rub shoulder till he stands still. Rub some more. Touch owie area....he stands still. We end on a good note! put blanket back together, but neck cover back on. Pressure behind ears, he lowers head. Scratch scratch rub rub on face. I dump his food and leave him to it. He's happy to eat his medicine enriched breakfast, thank goodness!

Leave sneakers caked in mud on the back porch steps...ask DH to hose them down. Rinse of muddy foot in bathtub and get ready for work.....

I'm happy I didn't take the DH and no sneaker tying frustration out on my horse. He didn't deserve it....

On the plus side I know I can dr Skelly solo now. That's a good thing!

Have a good day everyone!

Pellet Guns and Horses Don't Mix

Got an interesting call from DH at work today around 1:30-1:45......

one of the horses had been shot. Yes, you read that right, shot.

DH went to pull blankets for the first time in over a week as the afternoon was turning quite warm. He pulled the blanket off my 2 yr old paint and a huge chunk of skin/hair came off with it. Upon further investigation he found a wound with a hole about the size of my pinkie nail. It stunk, should was hot...obvious infection.

Calls me in a panic.

Calm him down....tell him to call the Sheriff (we live in the country) and don't do anything really with it till he gets there so he can see.

DH did just that....

Enter Sheriff J.P.

J.P. takes statement, looks at critter, concurs it's a bullet hole of some sort (we are thinking BB or Pellet gun at this point). Neighbors on the side of the property have kiddos. I made sure to tell DH to ask Mr. Officer to go have a talk with them. If DH or I did it, it would be too personal and get ugly. I'm laid back and nice until someone hurts my critters.

J.P. did go talk with neighbors. He let them know what happened, and that there was a horse in the wooded area between our properties and to not shoot that direction.

J.P. left, and dh dr'd the wound best he could. I sent him to town for antibiotics and tetanus shot.

He had to leave those in a friends mail box as all of this mess had taken a good chunk of time out of the afternoon and he had to get to school.

I grabbed meds on way home and pounded 10 pills to a powdery pulp when I got him and put in his dinner. Took the tetanus shot like a champ....good boy.

Let me introduce you to Skeletor.

Skeletor is a 2yr old paint gelding. Full brother to my black and white pain filly.

We 'rescued' him in January of 2009 from a friend who sold him to a friend of a friend who starved him to death. He was soooo thin and lifeless. I didn't think he was going to make it.

But, over a year later he's packed on some lbs and is full of spunk. He was a big colt who I don't think will grow to his full potential as his lack of good quality food at a young age has stunted his growth. Prove my wrong Skelly, prove me wrong.