Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Bill and Diesel Trucks


Poor Bill has had the worst luck with diesel trucks this year-----specifically when one comes into his pasture.
That gentle rumble signals the scary, pokey, mean veterinarian has come again.
Neither one knew what hit them and had no memory of the diesel truck when it was all over.

However, the diesel truck came out the very next day because Bill was still bleeding.
This time, it was just him that got yet another big poke in his neck and his boy bits (or lack thereof) fiddled with.

At the time of the first visit, I had begun to notice that Bill had a limp.  I attributed it to the extreme 'horseplay' he and Ted were always participating in.
Lots of running, jumping and literally climbing on one anther.
Perfect activity for pulling a muscle.
I watched him, certain that it would resolve on its own.
It didn't.
I called the vet.
Out came the diesel truck again.
This time he brought a

Hoof Knife (used to quickly carve away hoof and sole)


Not Bill's hoof, or my Vet's knees--a stock photo from online
 and a
Hoof tester (used to pinch to see where a hoof might by "ouchy")



99% of all lameness comes from the hoof.
After gently trimming Bill's hoof, picking about and pinching, it was determined that he had a probable hoof abscess.
Imagine a large, infected area, just under your fingernail.
It hurts like the dickens and his no way to get out.

That's where this silly hoof stuff comes in.
My vet is very cautious when it comes to miniature donkey feet.
Most vets would dig around in the bottom of the hoof until they were able to get the actual abscess to drain.
My vet says the "littles" don't have as much hoof/sole to spare, so he pares it down until he sees what he thinks is the entry point.
At that point, he gave me a lesson in using a drawing salve and wrapping the hoof.
I did that for 5 days and Bill was such a trooper!  
He never gave me a bit of trouble as long as I was quick to hand out his favorite snack (pretzels!).

Unfortunately, the abscess never broke open.
The darned diesel truck came out again!
This time the Hoof Testers, the Hoof Knive and Needles were involved.
Needles!  
Right in his fetlock.
On both sides.
The vet was doubting whether Bill had an abscess at all.
The needles in is fetlock were used to inject novacaine.
If Bill still limped when his foot was "dead", it meant the pain was located somewhere other than the hoof.

It was.
Shoot!
Abscesses are easy fix.
Cracked bones or damaged muscles, tendons, ligaments are not easy to fix.


After much pushing and pulling and fiddling with Bill's leg, it was determined that he had one of those 1% injuries to his shoulder.

He and Ted are locked up in their paddock all day, to try to minimize their horseplay.  
Bill is on an anti-inflammatory.
Next Tuesday, if he hasn't gotten much better I will be renting a trailer and hauling him to the vet for x-rays.

It could be a million things that are wrong.
As of today (day 4), his anti-inflammatory meds are not touching his pain.
He's still as gimpy as ever.

Bill does not like diesel trucks.
I'm thinking he's going to like trailers even less.