Equine Canker Redux and What Type of Boot Will I use?…






Oy.
The farrier was out yesterday and found a new little spot of Canker in Tess’ heel. Drat. I was so proud that she was canker-free for over a year and that she had made it through this very wet winter… But alas, I didn’t look deeply into the crevice of her sole.   And, I probably should have removed her from her majestic but wet paddock and put her uphill where no standing water can survive.  I guess I got cocky — or forgetful. I truly almost forgot that she was a canker survivor. It had been soooo long. Sigh.

The good news is that I don’t have to panic because now I know it can be cured quickly.  And, luckily, I had a small schmear of Purple Mush left.

Let me pause for a moment and give anyone who needs it, the information for the Holy Grail of cures for Equine Canker.  Call CoCo and ask for his “Purple Mush”.  Do not pass go, do not do anything else but call him immediately if you have canker…  I waded in a year of canker hell before I found him.  You have to call him, however, because the Mush is not on his website:

Coco Fernandez
Master Farrier
(805) 801-8365
www.CocoCaballo.com
www.Well-Horse.com

OK, back to today…

So, I gathered my wrapper game face and headed to the tack room to pull the needed supplies.  Hmmmmm, let’s see, how will I wrap this then?…  I took some cotton pads, the tiny amount of left over Mush, vet wrap (I had bought 2 cases (!) of vet wrap from Ebay just before I found the cure so I have lots left…), a hoof pick and lemme see… which boot… Hmmmmm, again.  I decided to use my Davis Boot because that was all I had, really.  I was just not up for creating the little duct tape lattice work bottom wrap thing.  Ugh. I  HATE making those.  OK, I was set.

I tied her up in her usual hoof wrapping spot and she fell right into the old pattern.  “OK, I sit here patiently and you give me grain, right?”  Uh huh.  I hate lying to her… but I did.  She is a bit too portly to get any more grain, in my opinion.  Besides, being a bit round is not good if you have canker.  It could lead to founder.  So, no grain.  Poor girl.  Anyway, it is so much easier to apply the Mush instead of that horrible concoction/wrap we had in the days before the Mush.  If you haven’t read my previous post about the horrors of Equine Canker, you can read it here. Anyway, today’s wrap was pretty easy.  In fact, Tess hardly had time to dream about her non-existent grain.   Here is what I did for those of you interested.  First I cleaned the area and I made sure it was very dry.  Next, I dug out some mush and squished it into the cankerous crevice.  The Mush gets everywhere so be careful, wear clothes you don’t care about when applying it and wash your hands immediately!  Anyway, I shoved the gooey Mush down in there and then packed that spot with cotton gauze.  I wanted to make sure the goo stayed deep to reach the infection — this is key.  Then, I wrapped vet wrap (a lovely red color) around the area to keep the cotton in place and to keep it clean.  Finally, I put her demure foot into the huge Davis Boot and wrapped the boot top with the vet wrap because the boot is way too big.

I have so much practice with wrapping that I felt like I should have yelled, Ole! when I was finished.  Or perhaps, “And that son, is how it is DONE!”  But, Tess would have just rolled her eyes at me and I would have been humiliated by my stoic and Aunt Bea type mare.  So, I refrained.

Now, I did contemplate all the other boots I should have had here for her…  After all, I really should have a boot for her in case this happens periodically.  And, since I need to keep this Purple Mush wrap on for three days, I better figure out a plan.  So, what to do, what to do?  The Davis Boot is kinda clumsy.  I mean, it works GREAT and is very durable, but it is too big and I’m too cheap to get a smaller size — it works well enough.  At least I didn’t use duct tape to keep it on… at least I used a sassy red wrap.  But still, in my conscience, I think I could have done better.

So, I started to research what I could and should use.  Let’s go over the particulars… She will be in the barn at night so that won’t be too hard on a boot.  But, I do want to let her out to graze for a few hours so she can put her face into the sunshine and clean air.  Grazing on the irrigated pasture (my front lawn and don’t tell Hubby — let’s check if he reads my blog, shall we…?  ;)  )   is uneven and could be tricky in a balloon boot.  Today, I let her graze in her floppy Davis Boot and she sounded like a kindergartener in new galoshes.  It was a good thing she had a fly mask on or I would have seen the disgust in her face.  “Is this the best you can do?  Sheesh.”

I gathered all my calculations together…  Needs to be kept dry and clean, cannot wear through at night in the barn, needs to be able to go outside on the uneven lawn and she needs to be able to wear it comfortably for three days.  Oh, and it has to stay on and Mommy needs to be able to afford it.  OK.  I knew what I needed, sort-of.

My first inclination was to get another Easy Boot RX.  Do you know these?  They are fantabulous when it comes to any foot wrapping needs.  It is the obvious answer except I am too cheap to purchase another.  Even on Ebay, they are not discounted.  So, I really tightened my thinking cap.  I could do the duct tape lattice wrap temporary shoe and wrap that in a thick plastic bag.  Hmmmmm.  Ugly.  And, I don’t have any more IV bags left anyway.  (Oh, that is a tip, everyone… IV bags from a vet hospital or your vet work great for wrapping hooves.)  Thinking.  Thinking.  I think a thought is forming… Yes… Yes!  I remember seeing something in the Valley Vet catalog for a temporary shoe that can fold up and be put in your trail pack for when you lose a shoe on the trail…  What was that called?  I skipped to my computer and onto the Valley Vet website and punched in “temporary shoe”.  Alas, it popped right up.  It is called the Quick Fix Hoof Wrap. Ahhh, sounds Perfect!

I looked at it and read the description: This rugged nylon bandage was designed to allow horses to be turned out to pasture during hoof treatment. Makes treating hoof problems like abscesses and stone bruises easier, or can provide temporary protection after shoe loss. The wrap-around design provides a custom fit that is double reinforced under foot. Tough hook-and-loop closures keep the wrap on, yet allow it to be removed, cleaned and reapplied. One size fits most horses. EVA foam hoof pad included.  Hmmmmm.  Sounds pretty good.

So, I purchased one (and several other things I coveted because I’m a sucker for free shipping if you purchase “X” amount…).  It will arrive here probably after I don’t need it anymore.  But, I will have it for next time!  In the meantime, the poor girl will have to galumpf around the place in her big ol’ clown boot.  I don’t feel too badly for her, after all, she is head mare.  No one is going to mess with her or call her a name…  Besides, she is Queen for a week anyway because she gets dibs on the barn.  Yup, she has a luxury suite in the Big Grey Inn.  Tess has a master bedroom (large stall) filled to the brim with fluffy down shavings and a look-out window where she can watch over her subjects stuck in the valley below.  Her room opens to the wide and luxurious aisle way for the Queen’s strolling pleasure.  In the bath area Tess will find two large matching Temptress Red buckets of fresh water as well as her favorite potty corner all clean and ready.  And, as our lovely guest saunters down the aisle, she can nibble on green grass growing for her dining pleasure, she can feast on a variety of grass hays at her disposal and she can hunt around for any other sweet morsel dropped outside the feed room.  Lastly, Tess can put her lovely head and neck over the entrance gate and survey her queendom as the sun sets.  Not bad for a girl in an ill fitting shoe.

So, I’ll keep you posted on the death of the canker.  I am fully expecting it to be gone in the three days.  And, won’t I be surprised if it isn’t… But, I will show you the pics and tell you the honest truth.

Thanks for taking this Canker Cruise with me.  I’m going to put on my chamber maid apron and mosey down to the Big Grey Inn and check on Her Royal Highness.  At this hotel, we offer tuck-in service, of course!   Long Live the Queen.  I remember her when…

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Show Season is Upon Us! Uhhhh, I Have a Few Questions About that…






Show Season has begun!  For all of us, that means different things.  For me, I am a Morgan person.  Well, at least when I show horses, I am a Morgan person.  I have lots of other breeds around the farm…  Anyway, have you ever been to a Morgan show?  I have.  And I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m just not a show person.   To coin a relationship phrase, “Its not the show, its me.”

PHANTOM OWNER

First off, let me tell you that although I had Morgan show horses for many years, I’ve only been to a handful of shows.  Not many Morgan horse people really know that I actually exist.  The people in my trainer’s barn called me the Phantom Owner.  It was as if there was a myth about me and my horses… someone pays the bills but we cannot confirm or deny that these horses really have an owner.  I felt like the benefactor of the eternal roses on Marilyn Monroe’s grave.  They were always there but no one knew how or why.  That was me.

Oh sure, I was totally into the behind the scenes stuff.  I was a fixture at the training barn.  My trainer would call me up and say, “He’s getting hooked today…”  I’d be there.  “Doc Curnan is coming today…”  OK!  or “C’mon by because it is beautiful outside and I think we are gonna work her in the outdoor arena…” Yippee!!  I sometimes would even go to the barn just to hang out and watch him train all the other horses all day long.  I loved learning everything that it took to turn out a great show horse.  And, of course, I loved to study the breeding.  I don’t breed anymore for various reasons, but during my breeding days, I was glued to the Progeny DVDs and the Stallion edition of THE MORGAN HORSE magazine.  In fact, my trainer probably saw me too often!  ;)

MY FIRST UNSHOW EXPERIENCE (I wasn’t there…)

I had been very lucky with my first show horse (pulled from my back pasture at age 9 to start training – considered ancient in the horse world and hopeless to be a contender…).  I never went to his qualifying shows because he was such a long shot.  For some reason, it never occurred to me to go watch.  My bad.  He won two World Championships when he had only been in training for 8 months.  Now, that was terrific and I’m only kinda boasting a little, but I never basked in any show glory because it never occurred to me to go.   Hmmmmmm.

But, the pictures were good so I was kinda there.  And, the phone call from the trainers was awesome!  They were so out of breath!  It went something like this, (ring) “Ah, hello…” (heavy panting and yelling in the background) “Hello?, is someone there?”  (Trainer says) “OMGOMGOMG!! YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS!! TOM WON!! HE WON!!  (Me) “Won what?”  (Trainer amongst people cheering and yelling) “THE WHOLE THING!!” (Me, making dinner and half-way listening) “What whole thing?”  (Trainer, exasperated) “IT ALL, HE WON HIS DIVISION AND HE WENT ON TO WIN THE TITLE!!!!!” (Me, being naughty and not gettting it…) “What title?  Most improved pasture gelding? he hee”  (Trainer, really frustrated) “NO, HE WON THE HUNTER DIVISION AND SOMEONE IS OFFERING YOU BIG $$$ FOR HIM RIGHT NOW!”  (Me, suddenly listening), “Wha? OMGOMGOMG!”

And, so the rumors started.  I became the phantom owner who didn’t even show up to see her horse win it all and then sell for a lofty sum.  It gave the impression that I was something I wasn’t.  Basically, I was just ignert and busy… But, everyone thought I was so mysterious.  Ha!  T’wernt no mystery!

DAGNABBIT, I’M GONNA GO!

So, with my next horse, I decided to go.  I decided to follow her progress and really participate in the show scene.  Whatever that was… Huge Pause here. I had never, ever been to a Morgan Horse show and I was about to embark.  I packed my little bag with a few types of outfits depending upon the weather.  I brought comfy shoes and appropriate (or so I thought) jackets and pants for being around horses but also being around people.  I got in my car and drove to the out of town show.

The next morning, I put on my outfit, stuck my chapstick and visor in my purse and headed to the show grounds.  (Another big pause…)

I MUST NOT BE A SHOW PERSON BECAUSE…

FANCY DIGS

As I drive in, I see people wearing clothes that didn’t match what I had brought at all.  Was there a cocktail party happening here?  I see gorgeous horses strutting about.  OK.  OK.  I see colorful curtains and lots of brouhaha hanging.  I see ribbons and pictures and  so much stuff my brain has a hard time keeping up with it all.  As I get closer, the detail becomes more precise.  I see that every trainer or barn has a different layout for their area.  This was such a statement.  For me, coming from a television background, I understood the showmanship, hierarchy and social stratosphere I had just walked into… ugh.   I mean, I should have known, but it took me a few hours of walking around to really get it.  I could almost hear the music from West Side Story…  Jets and the Sharks… One after another, Joneses trying to outdo the Smiths.  Or, Hatfields and McCoys.  I had no idea it would be like this.  And, as I delved further towards my own trainer’s palazzo, I saw even more elaborate sitting areas constructed to draw the more well-heeled clients like flies to honey.  I saw entire aisle ways being taken over by  full bars with shavings covered floors, imported foliage and automatic temperature systems.  Was I at a spa?  Was I on vacation?  I thought I was at a horse show?  Uh, Dorothy, we aren’t in Kansas anymore…

So, what is up with all that then?  Well, of course, I know what this was all about but I hadn’t expected it.  You need to rise to the status of your clients. I totally understand that a trainer needs to cater to his client to keep them coming back.  And, many horse people require certain creature comforts.  But, I couldn’t not notice the contrast of it all.  Clearly the area with the most stuff wins.  The fluffy booths were all clustered together.  They obviously had some seniority.  You could just feel the beat of the “haves” party going at all times.  And, yes, my trainer was among them.  Right in the thick of it.

But, before I joined my “barn” at the show, I decided to stroll near the bathrooms and manure pile to the “have not” section.  Hmmmmm.  A bit different.  I knew how the economics of it all worked, clearly.  However, I felt a bit uncomfortable.  It seems like we were playing one game at home, but when we got to the venue, the rules changed.  I thought the goal was to have fun.  But, now I see, the goal was to WIN.  And, honestly, winning did feel good and I had to think about how I fit into all of this.  I liked winning.  But, I didn’t like this… whatever it was.  I wanted to unparticipate.  I wanted to participate in the horse part but not really in the human part.  I was starting to like my Phantom identity.

As I was thinking  this through, I went back to my trainer’s area and relaxed in a very cozy chair under a mister with a fan blowing perfectly nearby.  I had a glass of wine – from a very nice bottle.  Y’know, I see how this experience feels nice and vacationy.  After all, it costs all of us a pretty penny to get here.  So, why not?  I drank my wine and melted into my recliner.  I thought about venturing to the arena without crossing the other side of the tracks…  Hmmmmmm.   It all felt a bit awkward for me.  But, on the other hand, I fit right in…  I actually fit in better than most because I had the whisper behind my back of “She’s the one with the two World Championships…”  I was more “in” than I felt inside.  Thus began my show conflict.  Thus began my show avoidance.  Thus began the perpetuation of my Phantom myth.  I exemplified exactly what was making me uncomfortable. Ugh.  At my first show, I decided that perhaps it should be my last.

And, besides the emotional stuff, I had a few questions…

MUSIC

Ok, veering away from the human drama for a bit, I want to discuss the music at Morgan Horse Shows.  Have you ever heard it?  Oy.  Let me tell you that it is the same musak they played in every elevator and in every doctors office before Sirius/XM came along — only worse because they take every piece and convert it into a dandy organ ditty.  How can Billy Idol’s REBEL YELL end up on the Morgan Horse Show Circuit?   Because it is unrecognizable, that’s why!  I swear, they played the National Anthem and I had no idea.  I’m surprised anyone can stay awake with that droning churchlady music playing constantly in the background — and I grew up Catholic!  I should be used to it.  But you never get used to that Morgan Horse Show music.  It is no wonder the horses lose it occasionally.  There is no rhythm or cadence or pattern for them to understand other than being totally frustrated and irritated.  I could not believe it.  I sat there slack jawed, wondering why no one else was running over to the music booth with a stack of CDs and a boombox.

Then it occurred to me.  The organist must be somebody’s mother.  This is her only job and she lives for it. Or, she has dirt on the officials or something.  I could not fathom any other reason for not bringing this show out of the elevator and into the new ages.  So, that was my second “I must not be a show person” thought.

DRACULA MAKEUP

My next discord was makeup.  Why are the darling little horsey kids all made up to look like Dracula’s bride?  I was shocked when I watched the first class of kids.  Who replaced little Ashley with Wynonna?  Why do I feel like I’m watching actors from an Italian Opera?  It is one thing to have a fake smile plastered on your face, but to also have plaster plastered on your face just makes it all really bad.  I swear, I have a photo of a teenage rider on my horse and she looks like Norma Desmond, “I’m reeeeady for my close-up Mr. DeMille…” (not pictured here…).  Whoever the culprit was who told these girls that this was the way to wear makeup oughtta be taken out back and made to move the manure pile around a few times.  Sheesh.

DIRT AND HORSE SLOBBER

I totally get why a judge wants to look their best.  I get why a presenter and an owner want to look good for the photo.  I mean, it is a huge charge of excitement to win and you want that picture to capture the moment… and of course, you want that moment to be one of your finest since you will show the photo to everyone.  Still, I cannot help giggling a bit when I see fancy outfits and pumps walk out onto the arena dirt.  Invariably, someone trips or hikes up their best shiny dress while walking gingerly and wobbly to the photo area.  And, also invariably, they go to kiss the horse and they get slobber across their chest or face or some other inopportune area.  Frantically, the owner wipes off the slobber to create a schmear somewhere it shouldn’t be and then grapples with her outfit just as the photog is counting “3”.  FLASH!  Darn it!  Take another one, please!  So, the owner wipes a big, red angry swath across her cheek to wipe away the now dripping brow that has attracted several flies just as the shutter clicks again.  Even the horse was on “2” for that one.  Oy.

I say, wear a nice top and some comfy pants/shoes, trot out there easily and don’t kiss your horse until after the photos.

NO ONE WILL SIT NEAR ME

It isn’t like I have cooties or anything… It is just that I am not a lot of fun at shows.  I lose my ability to chit-chat.  My chit-chat mechanism defaults into fixated pedigreeitis.  I cannot help myself.  I am consumed by genetics.  I think I should have studied that instead of television.  I can totally see myself in some tiny lab somewhere, in a white coat, looking through a huge microscope and proclaiming, “A-ha!  I knew that marker for tongue curling ability was on R-52!”  But, alas, I didn’t take that fork in the road so my fixation expresses itself at horse shows.  I’m like a junkie in need of a fix.  I get all jittery and grind my teeth.  I’m flipping to the back of the book to check out the pedigrees of all the horses in every class constantly.  Flip, flip, drop the book, flip, spill my drink, flip, drop my pen…flip, flip, flip…  I’m obsessed and completely annoying so it isn’t very fun to be around me.  That’s another reason no one knows me at horse shows.  I’m the crazy lady in comfortable clothes who is flipping frantically through the show brochure that most of you are sitting on so you don’t get the bleacher booty marks.

WHY I DON’T GO TO SHOWS ANYMORE

So, that’s why, really.  I’m just not a show person.  I have a hard time with the social strata divisions even though I admit that I choose to sit in my trainer’s very comfy area and not cross the divide.  I have a real hard time seeing Susie in full drag makeup and I really want to change out the whole music library.  I tend to titter a lot during ribbon ceremonies, not good, and I always seem to mention judging errors when I am supposed to keep quiet.  And, since I spend most of my time alone doing genetic calculations, I really am unfit to sit in the stands and socialize.  So, I stay home.  The Phantom owner sits quietly, listening to music she likes, wearing comfy clothes and pours over progeny lists in the privacy of her own computer — waiting for my trainer to call…

MY NEXT PHANTOM UNSHOW

Yes, it is show season for me, too.  I do have a horse going very soon in Monroe, Washington.  So, if any of you are at the Morgan Show in Monroe, look for Bellorazzo.  He might be driving in his first show although we hope he might be riding.  Anyway, he does have an owner and she does love him dearly.  She just isn’t really a horse show person…


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