Jeez, I seem to have a lot of posts with that same general title. I think this horse is out to bankrupt me a few hundred bucks at a time.
Mr. Fry took Jaz to the vet on Monday. I spoke briefly with Dr. G and he said he was going to be ready for anything so as not to have to put Jaz under twice. Kudos to non-horsey Mr. Fry for getting Jaz in the trailer by himself.
The appointment was set for 11 a.m. They arrived to find they had been bumped indefinitely by a mare that had foaled at midnight and was in distress. We didn't find out until the following day, but she didn't make it. Say a little prayer for the foal. Rough start.
Mr. Fry left him there and went about his business. Hours later, he stopped back at Casa Fry and called me as he was pulling up to the gate. I could hear Wienie Boy carrying on in the background, calling for his buddy. Mike said he was looking down the road, as if he thought Jaz and I had gone for a ride.
This day had more stories attached to it featuring miscommunication, arguments, pissiness, but I'll spare you those. The good news is: They found nothing other than Jaz needed his teeth floated. He was home and looking for chow by the time I got home from work. I've been watching him, trying to ascertain that the float did in fact fix the issue. I haven't seen any of the slobbering, and he is not reluctant to chew. He wasn't touching the round bale prior to the float, but neither of them are now anyway, opting instead for the fresh new grass shoots. I'll continue to watch him. I would not put it past the Million Dollar Pony to be harboring a secret abscess or something — you know, a tooth growing in his eye socket or some other rare, bizarre condition that will end up costing hundreds of dollars.
The reason this update is so long in coming is —another long story abbreviated — when Mr. Fry picked him up, he did just that. He didn't talk to the vet or pick up the discharge papers. It was the end of the next day until I even knew what they had done to him or what it cost.
Anyway, I hope Jaz is feeling good enough for an Easter Sunday morning 'Sermon on the Mount'.