Last week, BO told all the boarders that the vet was coming out Monday and to call the clinic if they needed their horse seen for anything. I ever-so-proudly announced that finally, after nearly a year, P did NOT need to see the vet. And I was proud.
Then on Sunday, walking up from turning C out, I stopped at P’s pasture to give a quick pat and say hi. P came trotting up and I thought, “Hmmm, you look like you’re squinting in one eye,” then pulled a peppermint out of my pocket and his eye popped wide open. So, ok, you’re fine. Good night. Except…
It kept bothering me. All night and the next morning, until finally I texted BO and asked her to just look at P’s eyes and see if she saw anything weird. And she sent me this:
So I called the vet clinic and added P. Damnit P. You couldn’t just leave my wallet alone for ONE vet visit?
The vet is the same one who monitored P’s Foot Hole and is from the mobile unit of Tryon, where Dr. H is (Dr. H treated P’s suspensory), so she’s quite familiar with his recent string of
idiocy bad luck. As I was pulling his fly mask off, I was explaining that it might be nothing but I’d just had a bad feeling about it, and she said, “I mean it IS Pilgrim.” So great that my horse has a reputation now (when I called the clinic, the receptionist asked about his Foot Hole). So great.
She noted that it was still a little squinty, so she put some dye in and lo and behold…puncture. Not just a scratch, but an actual puncture. You’ve got to hand it to the horse, when P does something, he does it thoroughly.
So P’s on a million different meds (fine, just 3, but one has to be given 4x/day) with a recheck next week. And in a fly mask 24/7, with this over it as extra protection:
So one might think, “This is where she finally snaps and kills him,” and normally I’d be all, “Yep, he’s a goner,” but fortunately for P (and perhaps unfortunately for me), the Tiniest Dictator just started riding lessons and wants to practice in between. And despite P’s suicidal tendencies, he is 100% the most careful and trustworthy horse around this kid.
Husband joined us on Friday and got these shots:
When the T.D. sets a stool next to P, P won’t move an inch, despite hating being groomed.
Practicing his jump position, for when he takes P Prelim.
Leading him out of the arena. P will follow this kid off the edge of a cliff.
And my absolute favorite is when the T.D. shows he’s not a complete sociopath and says thank you to P.
So despite the fact that my horse is intent on financing my vet’s entire life, he’s sort of irreplaceable. Let’s just hope that this eye thing heals quickly and smoothly.