What would a weekend be without a couple pet injuries? Downright boring, I’d say!
The first incident was with my dog, Max. Friday morning, I left him outside with Partner while the girls and I ran to town. By the time I ran errands and returned home from lunch, Max couldn’t put any weight on his left hind leg. Partner looked completely normal, albeit somewhat quizzical towards his new tripod brother. I was worried that something was broken, but when I palpated the leg everything seemed in-tact. We took him to the vet, and after doing a thorough exam, she diagnosed him with a partially torn ACL. Lots of rest and Rimadyl for Maxy-poo. I’ve been trying to keep him inside as much as I can, but at barn time he insists on riding around in the gator with me. I cannot imagine him being penned up more than he already is, so I’m praying that his knee will heal even with some outside time.
Right after the doggie vet trip, we drove to dinner with my parents. On the way, my neighbor called and said that he was out riding and witnessed, “the roan horse kicking at the grey horse” thus getting himself, “wound up in the fence.” I groaned inwardly. He asked if I wanted him to go check on the roan horse to make sure he wasn’t bleeding, because he was “limping badly.” I immediately recognized the “roan” horse as Hot Rod and the “grey horse” as Kona, and could picture exactly what had happened, having seen it myself. I told him not to worry about checking on him; I would be there soon. I dropped my family off and immediately turned around for home. On the way, I started to worry about what I would be facing. If he was limping badly he could potentially have really injured something. I made a mental checklist of what to look for as I came down the drive. I grabbed halters and ran out to catch them. In my mind, I was also half worried about Kona being hurt, after Hot Rod kicking him so hard before. Hot Rod was definitely bleeding, but the cuts seemed superficial.
After I realized he wasn’t going to lose his leg, I was mainly just flippin’ irritated at him for being a jerk to his brudder and getting hurt.
He’s still so cute though, right?! OMG, I love you, Hot Rod!
I hosed his leg for a while to bring down the swelling and rid the wounds of any debris. Then, I staunched the bleeding with a completely unsterile old white t-shirt that still smelled like my husband’s deodorant. Serves you right, sucker! I slathered on some Herbal Horse Heal Quick (which is currently my favorite healing salve!) before throwing him back outside and yelling, “And stay out!” He’s totally fine now. Zero swelling and lameness. Now I just need to fix the fence line.