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murakoziI got a brief scare on Sunday, upon arriving at the barn. The stall that Bandy's been in since her injury was empty and she was nowhere else in the barn. It still had a note on the door about her bedding, which implied she'd been in there within the past couple days. I feared the worst when I asked Don about it. Fortunately, it wasn't bad news. It was decided she was doing well enough that she could handle the trip down to the equine hospital in Leesburg. It's not a terribly long trip distance-wise, but pulling a horse trailer with an injured horse, it's close to 2 hours.
Obviously the equipment there was better to get a better view of what's going on in her shoulder than the vet's portable xray. It was pretty much what we expected: her shoulder blade is broken. There's not really much that can be done about that. Apparently, while some very young horses can benefit from having pins put in, it's not very helpful in older horses. Vet's don't like to knock out older horses like Bandy for surgery, anyway. Basically, it's just another of those situations where the horse ends up confined to a stall for a very long period of time while the bone heals. I just hope it heals well and is strong again. There's a pretty good chance Bandy'll have to be retired even if it does. There's still the possibility too that it'll keep breaking again when she moves or gets up after laying down. I hope that's not the case, since it'd mean there'd be only one humane thing to do, and I don't like thinking about that.
For now, she's at Juliet's place. It's quieter there than at the barn. She won't have Hobbes in the next stall to flirt at, but she also won't have to put up with Hobbes' faces and aggression through the bars at feeding time.
The day is dragging along. I'm on the verge of succumbing to Death by Acronym, reading these MRR's. There's a series of meetings this week that I'm really hoping I won't have to attend. I'd have nothing to contribute in them, and would only be there because I'm slightly associated with the process being covered in them. I suspect they'll be even worse than the awful marketing meetings at Phillips. I'd rather try to hook up with someone who'll be in town part of this week, instead.
Obviously the equipment there was better to get a better view of what's going on in her shoulder than the vet's portable xray. It was pretty much what we expected: her shoulder blade is broken. There's not really much that can be done about that. Apparently, while some very young horses can benefit from having pins put in, it's not very helpful in older horses. Vet's don't like to knock out older horses like Bandy for surgery, anyway. Basically, it's just another of those situations where the horse ends up confined to a stall for a very long period of time while the bone heals. I just hope it heals well and is strong again. There's a pretty good chance Bandy'll have to be retired even if it does. There's still the possibility too that it'll keep breaking again when she moves or gets up after laying down. I hope that's not the case, since it'd mean there'd be only one humane thing to do, and I don't like thinking about that.
For now, she's at Juliet's place. It's quieter there than at the barn. She won't have Hobbes in the next stall to flirt at, but she also won't have to put up with Hobbes' faces and aggression through the bars at feeding time.
The day is dragging along. I'm on the verge of succumbing to Death by Acronym, reading these MRR's. There's a series of meetings this week that I'm really hoping I won't have to attend. I'd have nothing to contribute in them, and would only be there because I'm slightly associated with the process being covered in them. I suspect they'll be even worse than the awful marketing meetings at Phillips. I'd rather try to hook up with someone who'll be in town part of this week, instead.