You all KNOW how much I HATE beet pulp, right? RIGHT?? Insert primal scream here.....
I went to turn horses out at about 9:15 last night. I get Toosie and Lucy out, hook the leadrope on Alaska, and look at Gavotte to hook her...her head is down and there is foam everywhere!!! GAHHH....I know exactly what THIS is. I tied her up in front of the dog stall, and make sure I had closed the gate, go to the house and call the vet. 9:45 pm.
The vets message says give them 1/2 hour. So I wait, and 10:15, he calls. Can’t come. Has a broken wrist and the kids because his wife is out of town.
I asked about the nice substitute vet that did my Coggins. I could NOT remember her name!! He gave me her name, and I googled and called her. No answer, left a message. Went to check on Gavotte, came back, no return call, so DH called again on HIS phone (sometimes the out of state area code throws people off!!
Called the older vet on the other side of town(he’s old fashioned❤️, has an answering service!), but he is in Nashville, and cannot come.10:50 pm.
I wracked my brain trying to think of the name of the clinic I pass in the middle of town, and finally get it and call. They call back fairly quickly, but have no available vet.....insert another primal scream here!!
Now we are down to ONE clinic, way on the other side of town, so we call them. Leave a message. Get a call back fairly quickly, Thank goodness!! She will be on her way, but she lives a good ways out, so it won’t be immediate. 11:10 pm.
It was close to midnight when she arrived. Gavotte was VERY well groomed, because after cleaned all the stalls, swept the aisle, dumped the manure, consolidated the trash...the last place my nervous energy could go was into grooming!! I wanted to keep her relaxed....🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I don't break horses, I FIX them!