Hair, Blood, and Easter Eggs

Bear with me, I can link all of these together. Fortunately, public schools had Friday off. My ability to deal with humans was getting pretty threadbare and my “give-a-darn” was busted. Friday morning was spent playing with Small Fry (the human one) for some catch up time and than it was off to the barn. In the afternoon, I took Ries to Erie for an appointment with the vet/chiropractor. Said vet is well known for being religiously two hours late. Being a clever person, I decided to show up an hour late and therefore only have to wait one hour for the vet. The fellow outwitted me though and was three hours late. The generous boarders at TREC/Tailwind offered to let me go first since I had hauled in. I gratefully accepted without even pretending to demur.

Ries is an expert traveler. He could care less about new barns or horses. The vet is always amazed at how good and willing he is, since evidently Ries is a skeletal wreck. I am always amazed at the difference in Riesling’s topline before and after a session. We lifted Ries’ ribcage and he highly objected. He swung around to the right, saw me and decided to snake his head to the left and try and bite the vet. I have to admit I was caught off guard by that one as was the vet. However, afterwards he was much more wiling to have his ribcage handled. Being groomed lately has not been his favorite.

Okay – on to the part about hair. I brushed Sam Saturday night and talk about an exercise in futility. I end up with two wide strips of hair on the ground on either side of him and a horse that looks no different beyond his coat now looks striated. Having a cold while doing this is pretty gross as well. Let me tell you, you do not want to wipe your nose on your sleeve in this situation.

Since my  mother was in the barn and a certain lazy gray cat was milling around, I decided this was a great time to address all of the matted hair on the creature. This is not a delicate process. The “handler” dons a pair of thick leather winter gloves and attempts to pin the host of all of the hairballs. The “groomer” than tries to use the horse clippers to shave the hairballs off of the cat. Gloves cannot be used for that portion due to the dexterity involved. Usually the cat is pretty passive, but not so that night. We got a few dreadlocks out and horrified one border before giving up. It looks like the cat was reenacting a scene from “Gremlins” and should therefore not be fed after midnight and never gotten wet (anyone still with me here?).

No cats were harmed in this post

Whitman is the one that brings us, dear reader, to blood (I bet you were expecting that to be with the part about the cat). About a month ago, right after getting shoes, Whitman kicked Ries and gave him a puncture would in the upper right front leg. Right before Easter, Whitman came in with a matching slice. I believe it was courtesy of a recently shod pony who has had his last nerve jumped on by nitWhit. I usually refer to my two boys as the “Wondertwins” and Whitman took this very seriously. A week and one half later and a vet bill and he is fine. Ries required three days off (and antibiotics) and never took a lame step. Whitman needed the week off that I had off, and is not quite the stoic creature that Ries is. Bandaging Whitman is a mix of “whack-a-mole” and the “hokey-pokey”. Fortunately he is a cute little bugger and incredible talented.

The Easter eggs portion has very little to do with horses. We had an Easter Egg Hunt on Sunday for Mac’s side of the family. This means that there were six young children, five of which were boys, hunting for Easter eggs. Mac’s cousin, and mother of three of the boys, put together separate color eggs for each child. One child, whoever had the “sports” eggs, decided to open and devour their candy filled eggs while hidden in the pirate ship. Rylee had been ferreting what remained of the eggs out of the pirate ship and was hiding them under a tree to avoid being busted. The youngest family member saw this and is now convinced that Rylee is the Easter Bunny. Yes, there you have it folks – the Easter Bunny is actually a low IQ but highly food motivated black lab in western New York.

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