Worming Ponies....
Oh, the thrilling and exciting things I get to do with my evenings, eh?
Today it was time for my ponies quarterly dose of wormer. Mmmm, nice. Synthetic strawberry flavoured chemical goo. Lovely... This appetising concoction comes in plastic syringes which you have to manhandle into said pony's mouth; get it at the right angle so's it doesn't go shooting out of the other side (I've done that before...); and press the syringe before they realise what you're up to and spit it out. Staro, if I manage to line it up right is pretty easy, despite what you might expect from a pony who has Strongly Held Opinions about Many Things. He'll go 'bleurgh...ick!' when you squirt the stuff in, chomp a bit then go "oh well..." and carry on eating.
But Saffy? Good grief; you'd have thought I was trying to murder the poor little love. She was Mrs Unconvinced about having the halter put on ("eh? What...but...it's dinner time, no?") then when she spotted the syringe I was brandishing I had hold of a pony that was frantically skittering sideways through the mud; snorting, pulling faces and desperately trying to get away from the Horrible Owner who was quite obviously trying to Do Her In. Unfortunately she's a bit rubbish on escaping (mainly because the said Horrible Owner had hold of the halter and was skittering right alongside her, so Saffy couldn't get enough leverage to do a runner), so opted to stand still with her mush clamped as tightly shut as she possibly could. She glared at me as I managed to shove the syringe in anyway, and chomped and fussed and complained when I pressed the plunger and it went down her gullet with a 'glop!' Then she stood there looking extremely surprised at having survived the whole ordeal.
I walked her around a bit to calm her down and tried giving her a bit of fuss to convince her that I'm not really the Spawn of Satan, but I'm not sure she really believed me. She looked like a martyr who was convinced her Time had Come to be thrown to the lions as I removed the halter, then glared at me as she walked all the way back to her hay pile.
Heh. Never a dull moment....
Today it was time for my ponies quarterly dose of wormer. Mmmm, nice. Synthetic strawberry flavoured chemical goo. Lovely... This appetising concoction comes in plastic syringes which you have to manhandle into said pony's mouth; get it at the right angle so's it doesn't go shooting out of the other side (I've done that before...); and press the syringe before they realise what you're up to and spit it out. Staro, if I manage to line it up right is pretty easy, despite what you might expect from a pony who has Strongly Held Opinions about Many Things. He'll go 'bleurgh...ick!' when you squirt the stuff in, chomp a bit then go "oh well..." and carry on eating.
But Saffy? Good grief; you'd have thought I was trying to murder the poor little love. She was Mrs Unconvinced about having the halter put on ("eh? What...but...it's dinner time, no?") then when she spotted the syringe I was brandishing I had hold of a pony that was frantically skittering sideways through the mud; snorting, pulling faces and desperately trying to get away from the Horrible Owner who was quite obviously trying to Do Her In. Unfortunately she's a bit rubbish on escaping (mainly because the said Horrible Owner had hold of the halter and was skittering right alongside her, so Saffy couldn't get enough leverage to do a runner), so opted to stand still with her mush clamped as tightly shut as she possibly could. She glared at me as I managed to shove the syringe in anyway, and chomped and fussed and complained when I pressed the plunger and it went down her gullet with a 'glop!' Then she stood there looking extremely surprised at having survived the whole ordeal.
I walked her around a bit to calm her down and tried giving her a bit of fuss to convince her that I'm not really the Spawn of Satan, but I'm not sure she really believed me. She looked like a martyr who was convinced her Time had Come to be thrown to the lions as I removed the halter, then glared at me as she walked all the way back to her hay pile.
Heh. Never a dull moment....