Small bundle of incoherant Corvidic rage...
Yesterday CountryBoy was effectively lame; he wasn't putting any weight on his front right hoof and was obviously in pain. K had a look at it and knew it was more than he could fix. So we informed the house and asked if we could call the vet. LadyBlueJay said yes, Presley said no.
Presley was adamant that all CB needed was his hoof trimmed, that she could do it, that he could be given some painkillers and he'd be fine. Also it was our fault his hoof was fucked. (And nothing to do with the fact she'd trimmed his hooves incorrectly in the past and then fucking soaked them in bleach. Oh no...)
As you can imagine, K lost it somewhat at this point. There followed rather a lot of shouting.
It transpired that Presley didn't want the vet to come out to the house for two reasons. 1) Presley doesn't like her and doesn't think she's good enough with horses. 2) Presley has not let the large horses out of their stalls for at least a week: they're ankle deep in mud and shit and if the vet saw them she'd quite rightly throw a fit.
Anyway. The vet arrived and was perfectly proficient and professional; she fixed CB's hoof in ten minutes and gave us instructions on how to care for it and how to ensure it didn't happen again. Much relief all round, and a far happier CountryBoy.
Today, Presley told me she had noticed CB limping FOUR DAYS AGO. Also that a neighbor had called her to say CB was limping. If this is true and she's not confusing her days or making shit up, what I want to know, is WHY DIDN'T SHE FUCKING TELL ANYONE? OR GO AND LOOK AT CB?
I am so unbelievably angry right now. Was she just waiting to see how long it would take us to notice? Was she waiting to see how bad it got? Was she hoping we wouldn't notice so she could say we fucked up? I have no clue; I can't think of a single logical reason for noticing an animal is in pain and not mentioning it or doing something about it.
It is very very lucky I don't have my Colt .38. Because if I did I'd want to shoot her in the foot, stick her foot in a vat of bleach and tell her to stop whining, all she needs is to have her nails trimmed and take some aspirin.
So much bloody RAGE.
Presley was adamant that all CB needed was his hoof trimmed, that she could do it, that he could be given some painkillers and he'd be fine. Also it was our fault his hoof was fucked. (And nothing to do with the fact she'd trimmed his hooves incorrectly in the past and then fucking soaked them in bleach. Oh no...)
As you can imagine, K lost it somewhat at this point. There followed rather a lot of shouting.
It transpired that Presley didn't want the vet to come out to the house for two reasons. 1) Presley doesn't like her and doesn't think she's good enough with horses. 2) Presley has not let the large horses out of their stalls for at least a week: they're ankle deep in mud and shit and if the vet saw them she'd quite rightly throw a fit.
Anyway. The vet arrived and was perfectly proficient and professional; she fixed CB's hoof in ten minutes and gave us instructions on how to care for it and how to ensure it didn't happen again. Much relief all round, and a far happier CountryBoy.
Today, Presley told me she had noticed CB limping FOUR DAYS AGO. Also that a neighbor had called her to say CB was limping. If this is true and she's not confusing her days or making shit up, what I want to know, is WHY DIDN'T SHE FUCKING TELL ANYONE? OR GO AND LOOK AT CB?
I am so unbelievably angry right now. Was she just waiting to see how long it would take us to notice? Was she waiting to see how bad it got? Was she hoping we wouldn't notice so she could say we fucked up? I have no clue; I can't think of a single logical reason for noticing an animal is in pain and not mentioning it or doing something about it.
It is very very lucky I don't have my Colt .38. Because if I did I'd want to shoot her in the foot, stick her foot in a vat of bleach and tell her to stop whining, all she needs is to have her nails trimmed and take some aspirin.
So much bloody RAGE.