So all that drama over a little blood in Part One, eh?
It honestly was worse... I cleaned him up before taking that shot - you don't think I'd leave my kid sitting there actively bleeding while I took blog pictures, right?
Don't answer that.
Turns out the kid is a bleeder. And we definitely know where he does NOT get that from. My delivery nurse said within a couple minutes of Itty Bit's birth... "battlefield surgeons would love you..." whilst scrubbing my calves to the point of pain. (What??? Too much information? Well, I did have the little guy while I was practically walking!)
Anyhoo... what happened next just made me hang my head and wonder why the heck this kind of stuff happens in threes...
Me exaggerating about Itty Bit's bloody mess? What was I thinking???
A couple hours later I haltered up both horses and let the hose run until it was cold. We are still melting over here and I knew it would feel good.
Now, Cassie would stand there and switch sides and lean her backside into the hose spray if you let her. Loves it.
Kona is a bit prissy about it - thus the halters.
So I start with Kona and spray her legs down. I look under her belly over at Cassie and see a hearstopping sight.
Cassie's back hoof is covered with blood.
I mean, blood that is actively running and dripping. And the further up I look, the worse the damage.
It finally stops at a large gash at her knee. And I'm not exaggerating here. It was a good three inches wide by three inches wide... in the shape of an eye. The skin was a mess - hanging down. A straight, deep cut through her tendon was obvious.
I had never seen such a gory owie up-close. I took off running for someone to call the vet and shortly afterward, a lonely Kona was calling for her buddy.
Apparently it took three spools of stitching thread to fix the damage and Cass handled it like a trooper. You're welcome for not showing a picture.
Now... that was NOT a slow Saturday at all! I think I need another weekend.
Especially after getting the mail (toldya it was another story). So I get my subpoena to testify in the hit-and-run. Literally, the next piece of mail I open is my very first jury duty summons.
Yeah... I'll be a witness in one trial, then a juror in another, in the same Superior Court two weeks later. There go our vacation plans.
Please, please - don't mind the half-crazed expression that is permanently on my face, or the missing clumps of hair. Or the fact that all stores within 25 miles are now out of Ben & Jerry's Fudge Brownie. I'm just fine...