Gabbrielle has been wearing a poultice for nearly two days now and still no improvement in her limp. I bought a bag of Epsom salts for soaking in, and then came to the realization that there was no way I would get this horse's hoof into a bucket of warm water and salts. She's afraid of buckets, even though I occasionally feed grain out of them. I set a bucket of water beside her and she snorted at it and backed off. It would take some time to train her to drink out of bucket, none-the-less soak her foot in one. Then there's the fact that the horses avoid puddles because they think they are bottomless pits.
The vet's assistant grumbled a bit when the vet told me to start soaking my horse's hoof, and the vet said, "Sometimes they'll stand in a bucket during feed time if they are busy eating hay."
I started thinking about all the training that would be involved just to get her to put her foot in a dry bucket, and then to train her to keep it in there and not knock the bucket over, and I realized that I had to get a soaking boot. I looked at the horse boots I already had and saw that none of them could hold water, so I drove to the feed store to buy a soaking boot, but the owner said she only orders those in the spring. I didn't realize there was a season for hoof abscesses. I thought they just happen most commonly after rain, which we have year round in Arizona.
So, I ordered a hoof soaking boot online, but if she has an abscess, I'm sure it will be cured or blown out by the time the boot arrives. At least I'll have one within reach for future episodes. There's no way I'm going to try a plastic bag either. This is the horse that ripped a tie ring right off the side of the trailer when she saw a fluff of white batting fold away from her leg while I was cutting off some wraps that the vet put on while she was sedated. She's older and more experienced now, but I'd probably freak out if someone attached a jellyfish-looking bag of water to my foot and I didn't understand what was happening.
While changing her poultice for the third time, she kept looking up the driveway as if waiting for the vet to show up. The vet said that Gabbrielle has a lot of interesting facial expressions for a horse. It's true. You can almost see the wheels turning in her head as she makes connections.
If she likes or doesn't like something, you immediately know it because she either throws her ears way forward or pins them way back. I've actually been working with her on her facial expressions. I started it when she was a 2-year-old and I was training her to show at halter. I had to teach her to put her ears forward and snake her neck out with an arch when I gave a cue.
More recently, I've refused to give her hay until she puts her ears forward. Otherwise, she pins her ears at me as if I'm a horse she is trying to chase away from her food. I don't want her to have that attitude toward me, so I'll hold onto her hay and say, "Ears forward!"
When she turns them forward, I say, "That's my girl," and drop the hay into her trough. As a result, if I look at her when she's pinning her ears back at another horse, she'll suddenly flip her ears forward and look back at me as if saying, "Who? Me? I didn't have my ears back."
I did make it out for an anniversary dinner last night. My husband surprised me with a beautiful silver necklace that contains pink sapphire, amethyst and sky blue topaz. Earlier he bought us a new comforter and pillow set for our bed, because our old one was falling apart at the seams and the dog hair showed up on it too well. A portion of our old comforter was black, and when Scrappy slept on it, he was totally camouflaged, so we kept sitting on him or throwing him into the air when stripping the bed to do laundry. Wheeeeeee, Super Dog flying through the air!
The new comforter is red and gold, so his blackness is much easier to spot.
Although, he's not in this picture, so don't look too hard. I got my husband one of those rolling tool kits. It's pretty cool. I'm a bit of a fanatic for storage/organization stuff, because it holds the clutter at bay. But this gift was his idea, so it wasn't like I was pushing my likes on him. When we get each other gifts that we ourselves wanted, we call it a "bowling ball", after the episode where Homer Simpson gives Marge a bowling ball with his name on it. No bowling balls this year. I was good about not getting him any bowling balls for Christmas either.