I am a little loopy from lack of sleep AND my S keeps sticking so overlook me if you read anything about bleeding hores. (a story i already confused one friend with) As far as the horses go, it was a pretty uneventful day. The weather was perfect and everything was peaceful. I have been networking like crazy to get our story out about the work day and I got some of the house in order. When it came feeding time, I grabbed Jacksons halter to secure him as I do every day. This keeps him eating ONLY his feed, makes for a peaceful meal time and keeps my buddy from looking like a blimp with legs. (he will eat it all if i allow it) My friend Carolyn Hilton called as I was filling the feed buckets and I continued to work and chat with her ... gittin er dun. I looked over to find that Jackson had somehow tangled his big head in the lead rope. I stopped and walked over to assist in untangling him. He freaked out. I dont know why, he is normally calm and rational and listens when I tell him to stop. As everything was hitting the fan I was saying repeatedly Hang on , hang on, hang on I can hear Carolyn somewhere in the distance saying Well, sounds like youre busy, so Ill let you go .... she had no idea if I was talking to her or a horse and I had no idea how I could still hear her voice ... I had lost the phone. Once the hoopla was over I spoke to Jackson and made sure he could reach his feed. I then see blood on his knee. I run to the storage of meds I keep on hand and go on to clean his wound. I washed and salved his leg and he nibbled and rubbed and poked his nose into my back the entire time. I figure while I was bent over, I should go ahead & spray some Purple Lotion on his wound to keep bugs away. I like the stuff in general but, once it gets on your skin ... well, you just have to wear it til you grow new skin or can withstand grinding it off with a sander. And, forget about getting out of your clothes .. Pfffftttt. I felt like I had done well in caring for his wound so I stand up to find that all of the blood on his knee had come from a cut on his face ... for the love of BOB! I started over and went back to get more cleansing towels. When I returned he had rubbed his boo boo on his purple knee and stood there with a look in his eye like a toddler asking what mama? Sometimes you just have to laugh it off .. so, I did. My 1300 lb baby stomped and fussed as I cared for his cuts and made it near impossible to clean the wound and do it well. Maybe if I had paid attention when he kept poking me in the back, I would have noticed before I did that I was doctoring the wrong place. I sit here now typing this to you whilst my hore roams the pastures of Whippoorwill with purple lips and muzzle. My hand are coated in purple that even Dawn dish soap didnt put a dent in. In all ... no emergencies ... just a bloody shirt and purple parts that I will have to explain when I go out in public tomorrow.
Posted on: Thu, 18 Sep 2014 00:44:11 +0000
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