And a Happy New Year to all.
Not so happy here, though, as the vet says we should put Countess down. Her hoof just isn't healing and she's terribly lame. He says it will simply rot. We've been soaking it in epsom salts and now in sourkraut, the last on the advice of a western vet via the cow-hand who took me on a ride over the back meadows at Sedona. When I was at the barn on Monday and she was standing in cross-ties, she started licking my hand, something she's never done before. Maybe she liked the salt of sweat. I'd like to think, though, that it was affection. I don't know what to do about her.
Another question, while I'm at it: did Jame ever tell Marc that she grew up in the Master's House?
Published on January 02, 2015 18:27