In the past, I have claimed that Rodney has his knobs on 11 [Zeno, New Year]. I was wrong. He’s cranked those suckers way beyond that.
His neck was sore. Either from 1) changing his mind about electrical therapy [Zap], 2) an underlying chronic condition, or 3) playing Bite Your Buddy with Milton. A bout of BYB involves waving your teeth near your opponent’s throat, while avoiding opponent’s teeth near your throat. Lots of feinting and sudden neck motions.
Either way, we treated Rodney’s neck with a menthol muscle rub. He continued to act as if the sky was falling. It took us two days to realize that he was reacting to the rub. I hosed it off and soothed the area with Vetasan. Peace reigned.
Remember a week or so ago, when he objected to the gentian violet on his back [Hunting Zebras]? His back is fine, but a few other spots that I dabbed are still ruffled up and annoyed.
Then there was the time he objected to a liniment bath [EEEE-ouch!]. We had to hose that off as well.
Seriously, how sensitive can a horse be?
Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott
Comments on: "What Comes After 11?" (5)
Sounds like he takes after you.
She knows you!
You seem to attract hypochondriac horses.
Rodney doesn’t make sh&t up. All of it is real. He just takes most of it much more seriously than most would.
Take everything too seriously?! Moi?! Je suis crushed.