Archie seems pretty damn close to sound.

I mean, as sound as a recently-barefooted gimpy horse can be.

This is my stall. This is my hay.

I made him trot in a little circle on the grass last night.  He was short-strided on the front end, but it was bilateral.  That tells me that both feet hurt equally, which I'm chalking up to the recently pulled shoes.  I still plan on following the vet's instructions to continue treatment for 5-7 days.

What is Archie's favorite thing in life? Food.

BM has kindly agreed to take over the four treatments that I'll miss while on vacation.  When I think of it like that, it doesn't seem nearly long enough!

Until I leave, though, I've been counting down based on the number of soakings.  Two soakings.  Two more soakings until alcohol and adventure.

As I wandered up to the pasture on Sunday, just after Archie had eaten, I immediately knew that he was not quite right.  Like the good pony he is, he hobbled up to me, let me halter him, shove my finger around the frog of his left front, then he requested a moment to get a drink before we slowly ambled up from the back forty to the wash rack.

• DDx = differential diagnosis - the process of elimination to make a determination

I pulled off his fly boots and bell boots and immediately started my physical exam of that front left.  I felt the tiniest amounts of heat in his cannon.  I cold hosed for ten minutes, during which he didn't really want to put his heel bulb down.  So I tossed him in a stall and ran to the nearest grocery store for epsom salt and diapers.


He soaked for a miserable fifteen minutes until he finally knocked over the bucket.  I dried him off and applied a poultice from his knee to his coronet band.  Standing wraps, some bute, and the "lane" pasture overnight, which is pretty darn tiny.

After seeing minimal improvement on Monday morning, I called my vet.  From my description, he said that he felt that it was probably an abscess, even though I noted a tiny bit of swelling along his SDFT.  He said that occurred when they didn't want to put pressure on the hoof, from a lack of circulation.


Monday afternoon had me pressing into his foot with testers and showing no response.  I crossed abscess off my list and moved on to tendonitis or navicular changes.  Even so, I stuck a duct-taped diaper on his hoof and still wrapped both legs.

Tuesday morning saw me looking skyward and airing my eyeballs while asking the BM if I could hold her nippers.

I couldn't get the shoe off myself because the nails on the good side were being blocked by the other clip.  In the process of trying to hold himself up on his "bad" leg, Archie almost dropped to his knees.  Horrible mom right here.

The vet came out about mid-morning and had some student with him.  Walking up, he had the hoof testers and I could hear him telling the guy about the percentage of sudden onset lameness cases that were actually just abscesses.  While waiting for the vet to come, I'd already pulled up Archie's rads from 6/12 and convinced myself that he was dying.  I told the vet that he was unresponsive to the testers and that he had the other clip embedded.

After taking the digital ("digit" like hands) pulse in his right front to check for laminitis, it took him approximately three seconds to find the abscess.

You know what?  On my list of good, okay, and fucking-kill-me-now potential diagnoses, I am so goddamn thankful for an abscess.

The vet pulled the bad shoe and the good shoe.  The downside to all of this is that Archie will have to start coming in at nights (for the time being) so that his feet have an opportunity to dry.  The vet felt that the wet conditions in the pastures (and it's been raining like a bitch) led to the abscess and degradation of the hoof wall.  He'll spend 5-7 days getting bute BID, epsom soaks (until sound), and icthammol boots.  He'll continue to be stalled at night until the farrier okays putting shoes back on.

...So Archie has the rest of the month off.

NWT.  Something about me screams "country", I guess.

"Horses are God's apology for men."  Says the atheist.

The "Hot to Trot" makes me angry because it's clearly cantering.

The requisite "Last Unicorn" shirt.
And the plethora of sweat-stained, stretched and ripped IHSA show shirts.  I know I'm missing some, including my team shirt.  If my husband could steal these and burn them, he would.