Saturday, August 29, 2009
I like fly masks with ears. I mean, what's the point if the bugs now get in their ears instead of their eyes? Probably won't go to the grave with that opinion, but the little no-see-ums ick me out.
So, Chavez needed me to go up and over his ears and then have something remain on his ears. I cut a little hole for his forelock. If that forelock was inside the fly mask, he'd never see anything. It wasn't an issue. He didn't like me flipping his ears around, but mentally calmed himself and let me do it. Wow. I fly sprayed him. Same thing. A bit wiggly then the realization dawned that it was okay.
He rubbed the fly mask off later that day, but he wasn't crazy to get it off immediately and left it on for quite some time.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
These photos helped to document the case that got the "trainer" sent to jail for a brief period of time.
Yes, that's infection under his mandible. Strangles, a highly contagious disease that he did not have prior to going there. Gross, but not life-threatening, thank goodness. He was there less than 2 months. He had lost approximately 200 pounds in that length of time. The vet thinks he probably wasn't fed AT ALL during his stay in Hell. Mustangs are notoriously easy keepers, which means they stay at a healthy weight on minimal feed. Imagine the horror...
Anyway, we went to see him and he was in deplorable conditions. Mud past his fetlocks. Wire and crap tangled in his mane and tail. A halter with attached leadrope dangling while loose in his little area. He was in a "corral" about the size of a king sized bed. His water was muck and they were feeding him something that looked suspiciously like straw. Nasty.
I offered something way less than $500. They guy said "no" he is worth more, blah, blah, blah. I told him it would cost me more than that to rehabilitate him. Guy stood firm on his price and I started to walk away. Rescue is a tricky line between helping and enabling.
My husband didn't follow. This was the first time I'd brought him along and he was appalled at the thought of leaving the poor little colt there. He was not gelded and was not greenbroke. Guy thought that the ability to get the halter on occasionally constituted greenbroke. Ummm...no.
Guy (real name Jose...) was very proud of the fact that a big time Kiger breeder had given Chavez to him. The had him for almost a year and had never bothered to give him a name. Turns out I know big time Kiger breeder and have since gotten more info about Chavez.
Below is his first day home. Not finding photos of the wire and yuck and the nearly embedded halter.
Ahh, here we go.
You can see the wear marks of the halter here. Luckily it hadn't worn through the skin to become embedded. Just wore off the hair.
Ribby and hips poking out
So that is when we got Chavez. I had to cut the halter off, it had been tied on so long (rope halter) that I couldn't get the knot undone. He took off and we couldn't catch him for quite awhile. He came around slowly though.