There is nothing like walking out into the pasture to find a horse with his chest wide open, flesh hanging everywhere. Hey, you could see up
inside that thing!!!!
6:30 - It was dusk, we were turning out horses and then going to have dinner and perhaps Margarita Monday. We drive over to the bigger pasture to see the big man, who is recovering quite well. When standing behind him, lo and behold, is that crazy QH with a giant flap of skin and muscle hanging off his already swolled up bewbie! Ted holds him still while Bill runs to grab a halter.
This thing is DISGUSTING!!!! There is bloody goo hanging down. You can SEE the muscles inside. Its obvious this is going to need medical attention like twenty minutes ago. Luckily, we caught it very early.
(We have pictures of this, but will put them at the bottom so that those who don't want to see it can continue to read without vomiting on to your keyboard. For those who decide to look, we are not responsible for your keyboard. :) )Bill begins to walk Cooter up to the barn while Ted calls the vet(s). He really doesn't seem to be fazed by the fact that his insides were now outsides. A slight limp. You know, even though it was revolting to look at, that part was not fazing Bill at all. It was the slirping, sucking noise coming out of the wound. (
we find out later what it is **ohhh the anticipation**)Bill and Cooter get up to the barn. He is bleeding now, a slight drip of goo and blood. (
Hope you guys weren't hungry) Ted comes up and we find out that we are going to have to trailer him to the vet in Salisbury. Only 25-30 minutes away. Not so bad.
You know, it would figure that the only horse on the farm that doesn't know how to trailer would be the one with his bewbie muscles hanging out of his chest! After being coaxed with a broom, he agreed that we lowly humans are probably right and he should get on the trailer.
We get out there. The vet gives him a sedative and starts looking at the wound. The vet could stick HIS ENTIRE HAND UP TO HIS WRIST inside of this wound. Bill and Ted stood there with big eyes going "woah". (thankfully, neither Bill or Ted are easily grossed out by this stuff, more fascinated than anything) Somehow, Cooter got lucky. The entire wound was 14 inches long, and only 1.5 of that actually cut through muscle! He managed to cut straight through the two muscles. Wow! That lovely noise that was coming from him was the muscles and blood rubbing against each other.
(mmmmm and somehow we were still hungry)Slight break in story---there was a mare there that was more nuts than any stallion we've ever seen! She had a testosterone secreting ovarian tumor. She screamed the entire time, made race tracks of her stall and said "I want Cooter Butt!" Very pretty little mare though. ----Ok back to story.
So it turns out, it will just be a nasty scar, and a very sore horse! He cut off some skin, stitched up the muscle, stitched him back together. He has to have a drain for a while. ::gag:: Lucky Lucky horse, it could have been so much worse.
Amazingly, he loads so much better on the way back. He just hopped right on there, then again, that could have been the drugs. We get back to the barn with a Cooter with one swolled up bewbie, but he is alive and happy. Well for now, he isn't too fond of stall rest. :)
Its 11......Wendy's here we come!
There are two important quotes from this adventure:
"Cooter, your bewbie done swolled up" and "What ARE you?"
Pictures, not for the faint......
