So now that we're all caught up on last week's weather, and Trigger's hoof hole, let's talk about Jack. He made a brief cameo on yesterday's post when I talking about bathing him last Thursday night in the nice weather. He seemed fine for his bath, dried off in the aisle, and then he and Cinna got turned out again. I didn't notice anything amiss when he came in for dinner Thursday night, but then when I went out to feed Friday morning, he hadn't finished his dinner, and wasn't interested in breakfast either. I handfed him a handful of Outlast, but he wasn't interested in treats. He had eaten most of his hay, his stall was full of normal-looking poop, and he had good gut sounds, so I decided to turn him out and keep an eye on him. Since the vets were coming anyway, I figured I'd have them give him a quick once-over.
I turned him out in the front dry lot, which I can see from my office window, and then proceeded to fret as he just stood 30 feet from the hay bale, staring off into space. I went out several times to offer him hay, even moving an armful from the round bale feeder out to where he was standing. He nickered at me when I came out, but showed little interest in the hay. About the time I was debating calling the vets and asking them to come out earlier, he meandered over to the bale ring and started eating.
When the vets arrived, he was laying down, in the rain, just staring off into space again. I checked to make sure they'd have time to look at him after Trigger, and then tried to put it out of my head and focus on dealing with the more immediate issue, Trigger's hoof hole. Once he was rewrapped and back in his stall, DH ran out in the rain to grab Jack (who at least was standing again by this point). His TPR was all within normal limits, and the only thing even slightly suspicious was a bit of wet poop in his tail -- which could also be chalked up to the fact that he'd been laying down in the hay around the round bale where they like to poop, in the rain. While Jack going off his feed isn't what I would consider a *regular* occurrence, it has happened before, so as we were discussing that history, the vet said she would just keep an eye on him over the weekend, but that she didn't see a need for any immediate veterinary intervention. Of course, no sooner were the words out of her mouth than he proceeded to poop wet, sloppy diarrhea all over the aisle.
ah horses. Is it Ruby's turn next?ReplyDelete
Oh my god please don't jinx me 🤣🤣🤣Delete
Why are the perpetually trying to give us heart attacks? Don't they know that if the anxiety they cause us kills us, they're way worse off than they are now? So glad it turned out to be no big deal!ReplyDelete
I mean, I guess if he killed me with the stress, my life insurance would probably keep him pretty comfortably until the end of his life, lol. But yeah, glad it was just a minor blip!Delete
Ugh. Horses! I think you're probably right in your suspicions. My horses all get a little runny in their poo when we move to the boarding barn. They have very rich hay which I do not (because air ferns).ReplyDelete
Glad he seems to be on the mend! (And thank goodness for bio sponge!)
I didn't even think twice about it honestly, because he gets A LOT of alf in his stall at night and it hasn't been an issue... but we also had a pretty significant weather swing so I'm sure everything all piled together is what triggered it. I live, I learn, lol.Delete
I fast forwarded to the end to make sure it was a happy post. Phew. THAT'S ENOUGH THANK YOU. Glad he's ok.ReplyDelete
I did the same thing with your post about Herbie a few weeks back! He definitely gave me a bit of a scare. I'm trying to focus on enjoying the time I have left with him and not thinking too hard about how old he is 🙈Delete
Glad the old dude is feeling better!ReplyDelete
Back to his normal sassy self!Delete