"Most of the stuff people worry about, never happens."
Cowboy Truism
Truer words. Truer words...
Yesterday, after feeding, Rosie started acting very peculiar.
Clyde gets beet pulp. Rosie doesn't. Rosie is a food thief. She managed to get a piece of un-soaked beet pulp. Can you see where I'm going with this?
Again, ya'll know my experience in this great big horse world is not that vast.
I never saw a horse choke.
Rosie started to paw and roll and make the most pathetic little noise. She wouldn't get up and that's not at all like her. Then the frothing of the mouth, the copious amounts of stuff coming out of the nose. Have you ever seen it?
It's frightening.
By the time I had called and recalled the vet, ending in a panicked plea to come right away...
she suddenly seemed better. She popped right up, started eating hay. Apparently, despite the swollen beet pulp, she managed to work it down or out somehow. The vet showed. We tubed her and I got to hold the huge nutcracker looking thingies on her lip and everything was fine. Thank heavens!
My worry, that she would certainly die... never realized.
Perhaps I should have worried about my own mortality. I may or may not have had a mild heart attack/stroke/anurism... But she was fine.
Cowboy Truism
Truer words. Truer words...
Yesterday, after feeding, Rosie started acting very peculiar.
Clyde gets beet pulp. Rosie doesn't. Rosie is a food thief. She managed to get a piece of un-soaked beet pulp. Can you see where I'm going with this?
Again, ya'll know my experience in this great big horse world is not that vast.
I never saw a horse choke.
Rosie started to paw and roll and make the most pathetic little noise. She wouldn't get up and that's not at all like her. Then the frothing of the mouth, the copious amounts of stuff coming out of the nose. Have you ever seen it?
It's frightening.
By the time I had called and recalled the vet, ending in a panicked plea to come right away...
she suddenly seemed better. She popped right up, started eating hay. Apparently, despite the swollen beet pulp, she managed to work it down or out somehow. The vet showed. We tubed her and I got to hold the huge nutcracker looking thingies on her lip and everything was fine. Thank heavens!
My worry, that she would certainly die... never realized.
Perhaps I should have worried about my own mortality. I may or may not have had a mild heart attack/stroke/anurism... But she was fine.
Hi there on your new blog!! Love the 'feel' and theme :) So happy to hear that Rosie is okay. My donkey girls get baby carrots every evening at bedtime. I am afraid they will gorge on them and choke. I need to be more mindful, and not hand them over a bunch to eat on their own. Thanks for the heads up! -Tammy
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