Bodhi has healed! Yahooo!
If you missed the original story, you can read it here.
The only downside to this whole “coulda been so much worse” event is that I still have no idea what he did to himself. I’ve never found the offending nails (or whatever protrusions got him). This is worrisome.
I’M FINE, GO AWAY!
I think having me poke at his side, spray him with cold water and then rub stuff in his wound – daily – has made Bodhi a bit leery of me hanging around him… especially if I’m staring at his side.
If I come over and get that quizzical monkey look, he almost automatically moves his butt away from me.
Bodhi: Oh no you don’t!
Me: I’m just looking. I’m not going to do anything…
Bodhi: That’s what you say every day and then every day you do something to me right … there (pointing to his injury with his nose).
Me: But it is all healed…
Bodhi: I’m sure you’ll find something to futz with.
Me: Oh, wait a minute, I think I see thread. Is there still a stitch in there?! Hey, Whoa and let me look at that… Hey, where are you going?! Come back HERE. Booooodhiiii.
Bodhi and I have an understanding which I’ll write about on another post. But basically, we have a few agreements instituted.
So, we trust each other…
…Except, when it comes to this injury.
If I want to look very closely at it or administer to it, a bribe must be offered.
One good bribe is worth a wash and a medication.
Half a bribe is worth applying The Balm.
If I just want to look from afar or take a photo, I have to present the camera and say:
Me: Look, it’s my camera, not a torture device. I’m just going to take a pic.
Bodhi: Let me smell it. It would be just like you to disguise a torture device in the shape of a camera.
Me (sighing and handing my camera to him at arms length): Fine. Smell it.
Bodhi (smelling the camera with his eyes on me): OK, go ahead. But no funny business or I’m outta here.
AND SO IT WENT TONIGHT…
I had gone out around sunset to take a few pics of his wound to show you how it has improved, and Bodhi was very cautious.
He had to smell the camera and he didn’t take his eyes off of my hands.
Truthfully, I don’t blame him. I did torture him, sort of, daily – since January 14th – when this happened. So, 8 weeks later, we’re done.
A collective sigh of relief from the equine and his person, both. ;)
(I just wish I knew what got him… )