Bbbbut its COLD!
I learned this weekend that THE most pitiful thing in the world is a pony whose owner insists on giving her a cold bath at 6 AM. Yep, absolutely heartbreaking, that.
So the plague pony is having an allergic reaction to ... something. Possibly the bugs, possibly her fly spray, something. The reaction manifested itself as huge strips of skin peeling off. Yep, it is as gross as it sounds. Imagine walking out to the pasture and seeing your horse with palm long sections of flesh dangling from her side. Luckily, it seems to be a lot like a sun burn in that the strips were fairly thin and the skin underneath it was fine AND it's not taking the hair with it. It's only the top most layer of skin coming off.
Anyways, I had the vet out. The vet uttered the dreaded "never seen THAT before" prognosis and now I get to scrub Atisa down with betadine and give her steroids for the next week.
All well and good except Atisa does NOT like early morning baths. Not in the slightest. And being the good girl she is, she voices this opinion by hunching up into a ball, doing full body shaking (including the quivering lip) and whickering these little, hopeful noises whenever I turned the hose off to scrub some more. Pony has the sympathy plea down to an ART, I tell you.
At least she doesn't hold a grudge. Poor plague pony.
So the plague pony is having an allergic reaction to ... something. Possibly the bugs, possibly her fly spray, something. The reaction manifested itself as huge strips of skin peeling off. Yep, it is as gross as it sounds. Imagine walking out to the pasture and seeing your horse with palm long sections of flesh dangling from her side. Luckily, it seems to be a lot like a sun burn in that the strips were fairly thin and the skin underneath it was fine AND it's not taking the hair with it. It's only the top most layer of skin coming off.
Anyways, I had the vet out. The vet uttered the dreaded "never seen THAT before" prognosis and now I get to scrub Atisa down with betadine and give her steroids for the next week.
All well and good except Atisa does NOT like early morning baths. Not in the slightest. And being the good girl she is, she voices this opinion by hunching up into a ball, doing full body shaking (including the quivering lip) and whickering these little, hopeful noises whenever I turned the hose off to scrub some more. Pony has the sympathy plea down to an ART, I tell you.
At least she doesn't hold a grudge. Poor plague pony.