This episode of TLH brought to you courtesy of a bored Hudson, and the manufacturers of Valium.
On the way to the barn, I make three stops:
- Hardware store: new trash can for grain
- Target: disinfectant dish soap, hoof scrub brush, cheap pail, hydrogen peroxide, bleach, spray bottles.
- Feed store: Feed, over rail bucket, Sore No More, weight tape
- Call vet to establish care and change of owner, and request a syringe of Bute to have on hand. We all laugh. They’ve known me for…15 years? Dr. Bob is going to be taking the stitches out of George’s muzzle tomorrow, he’ll bring an extra.
- Send out all points bulletin via text and email. AHHHHHHHH….what have I forgotten, what do I need??
- I should know his height and weight!
- I should know every detail of his existence!!
- I should know it RIGHT NOW!!!!
Yup. Starting to sink in.
Sympathy cards may be sent to Bella, who is dealing with Extreme Owner Transfer.
I console myself by doing what I can: I have a weight tape. I stand Hudson up, and throw the white tape over his back. He yawns. Spooky guy. Oh look, cool, the tape has height measurement on the other side. It won’t be as exact as sticking him out, right? But I can get a general idea of how tall he is.
I go back to weighing him. Wrap firmly around the heart girth, it says. Um. Does this include his high withers, or do I compensate for that? I don’t remember. I do both. Great! Now we know Hudson is either 1130 lbs or 1360 lbs. Helpful.
I put my toe on the line of the height side of the tape, right next to his hoof, and measure up to the highest point of his withers. Good grief. 17 hands high? No way. Oh. I’m bending the tape. I straighten it, and use my arm as the top stick to measure over. There. That’s more likely. He’s 16.1, 16.2, or 16.3 depending on how still I keep my arm.
Good to know he’s 16.3 and 1360 lbs, or 16.1 and 1130 lbs. Or somewhere between. Now that I have his inexact height and weight, I should be able to watch his weight, feed, and any vet med dosages with complete and total inaccuracy.
I’m polling all the horse people I know, whether they own or not: what is the one thing you must have? If someone already mentioned it in the comments, what’s the next thing on your list?
First response from Daisy: “My vet’s number in speed dial.”
First response from Shaun: “Medication. I’m putting it in your food.”