So, I have as usual lots of things to share. Do you people get bored of me and my ramblings? Don't tell me. I don't want my feelings to get hurt.
We now have this mare here at the ERC named Doron 5 (sounds like something from The Hitchhikers Guilde). Everytime her name is mentioned, Lisa and I break into the robot. We can't help it. Its funny. Anyway, this mare is a big bay Hanovarian and very sweet. She is a grand prix horse and seriously, when she was dropped off, we were asked if there was anyone here that could ride her to keep her in shape. Suddenly we all became five year olds at the pony rides. Alas, no one was granted this great opportunity.
Ska dancing has become the offical dance for an embryo. I charge $5 for 30 seconds and this helps the odds of us recovering an embryo. Not to mention the sight of me ska dancing is hiliarious. Thank you Justin for allowing me the opportunity to see The Aquabats and to learn how to ska dance in the first place. Party hand!
So my anger story of today-this week (Monday?) we were retaking some X-rays at one of the big farms we go to. I knew that this horse didn't particurally like having x-rays done because she had kicked at me the day before. I mentioned this and nothing was really done about it. So there I am once again with my head at kicking level and getting kicked at everytime I put the plate near her hock. Dr. Matthews was like, 'try to get the plate close without touching her' Easier said than done, because you see my friends, the hock is not flat like a table. It has knobs and bumps of bone and besides this I could not see where I was putting the plate in the first place. So try as I might to get the plate a 1/4 of an inch from her hock I kept bumping it. And she kept kicking. And I kept being told to put it close without touching. Of course, the owner was there and kept telling me the same thing. Its not easy to do! And I'm the one with my head being kicked at! It was the owner when he was telling me how to do my job that pissed me off the most. If you know how to do it so well, then you do it and get your fucking head kicked at, ass! And then I got my foot stepped on-hard. Not a good day for me at Lambholm South-http://lambholmsouth.com
Finally some sad news. We had our first mini horse baby of the year at home. Unfortunatly, it was a month early and my mom found it dead. This poor mare, Meg, has had three dead foals in a row. Mom took the baby to Mizzou to have it neocropsied to see if its abortion was its fault. Some theories from the vet to be (me) is that the mare had placentitisis-infection of her placenta and the whole deal became detached. Mom was getting ready to start Meg on antibiotics (SMZs or Bactirum) and anti-inflamatories (banamine)(Martha is a banamine junkie-haha!) to reduce the chance of this. The other theroy, which now makes more sense, is that Meg has a weak cervix that can't hold a baby past 10 months. Since Meg has done this type of thing (aborting at 10 months) three times in a row, this does make much more sense. We are still waiting on results from the vets at MU.
Good-bye from Florida!
[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 12, 2011.]
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