If you’re a horse, and someone tells you that you’re going to the vet, DON’T GET IN THE TRAILER (or van, whichever the case may be).
Vet’s are people who seem nice, and know where all the scratchy places are, but then they like to poke you a lot with needles. I hate needles. Kendra told me that it says on my chart “Patient is very fractious about needles” and that means that I need be behave better, but, THEY”RE POKING ME! What do they expect?
First they made me trot in a circle, mostly to the left, I guess because that’s the direction my knee is sore. Then the vet poked me in the leg and I couldn’t feet my foot, then she poked me again and I couldn’t feel my lower leg. It was weird! But didn’t make my knee feel better. So then they did x-rays, which was also weird but didn’t involve poking so I was game. Just a big skinny box that they held under my tummy and around my leg. They said it was my knee that was hurting (duh) and decided they needed to poke me right in my knee! First I got another poke in my neck, and I got all sleepy like when they did my teeth. At first, my knee felt weird and I didn’t think I could walk on it, but once I tried it worked the same as usual. And once I got home it definitely felt better.
The knee doesn’t bother me, but guess what else the vet told Kendra? That I have to stay in a tiny pen for a least a month! That means no driving, no going to shows in the van … and I am bored! Every 4 days Kendra pokes me again, with something called Adequan, that’s supposed to help my knee to get better. And the worst part is that Kendra is getting ready to drive Jamie at this summer’s shows, to let my leg heal up. The vet said that if I take the whole summer off, and we treat the arthritis in my knee very aggressively, we caught it early enough that I should be able to go back to full work next summer. Oh, I hope she’s right! I really, really hate standing around watching while Jamie gets to have all my fun! Kendra keeps telling me to relax and enjoy my vacation – she seems to think that standing on my hind legs and banging the gate with my front feet for attention is bad for my knee.
So anyway, since it looks like I’m stuck at home for the foreseeable future, I’m going to hand over the blogging responsibilities to my sister, Jamie.
She is NOT the pro I am, at driving or blogging, but if she screws up too badly, you just let me know, and I’ll have a brotherly discussion with her – the little brat.
