I've decided my horses need new names. There's Ms. Broken Teeth, Mr. Splint Bone Fracture and I'll See If I Can Get Kicked Again, and Mr. Ulcers . . . Now, don't get me wrong, they're each and every one great horses.
Mr. Ulcers (aka Pie) tries to give the impression that he's a macho ranch horse type - tough and sturdy. But he's really a marshmallow - crusty on the outside and soft on the inside. He's grass sensitive, and heat sensitive, has had Lyme and two different strains of EPM, and now he's topped it off with the ulcers. The good news, though, is that after starting treatment with the ulcer meds, he's once again the sweet horse I got as a 4 year old back in late 2010.
Mr. Splint Bone Fracture (aka Red) is a specialist in getting injured - preferably by biting other horses in his herd on the butt and getting kicked. He's done it at least three times so far, with lameness episodes to follow. His splint bone fracture and resulting surgery was the most outstanding example so far. He's on a herbal calming/anti-studiness blend - chaste tree berry, chamomile, passion flower and valerian - and so far he seems a bit less interested in herding everyone around. He's had a week off from riding due to his latest escapade - he got kicked (just a little nick) in the right hind cannon bone and was quite lame. We've done a couple of walk rides and tomorrow I'll put him on the lunge to see how he is doing.
Ms. Broken Teeth (aka Dawn) is as sweet a mare as you'll ever find, but she's got some pretty sharp edges - if she's feeling crabby she'll bite you in a minute (and snuggle afterwards), she won't tolerate any other horses near her when she's ridden or I'm in her stall - she attacks the walls - and handling her hind feet, or riding her, when she's in heat is an exercise in extreme carefulness. I have no idea how she managed to break a large number of teeth, but I expect it wasn't an accident - she was either doing something to get them injured or, who knows, she was chewing gravel and spitting it out - she's been known to eat wasps that had died due to being sprayed by wasp spray - my husband was going around spraying wasps that had taken up residence inside metal gates and Dawn followed him around and ate them up as they fell to the ground - go figure.
I'm hoping after Dawn's dental surgery (to remove three and possibly four broken molars) that we can give the vet bills a rest for a while.