I drove to the Painted Creek Tuesday after work to see My Boy and put the Xxterra on. I told Paint Girl not to feed him his grain, but to let me do that when I got there (incentive for him to stick around for his meds!)
It was a lovely crisp day. The wood stove fire burned against a blue sky and snow still lingered on the roof of Paint Girl's house. The air smelled like.....early November. Bizarre. That is my new word of the month, everything is bizarre these days.
There were lots of tracks in the snow.
Pony Girl tracks!My Boy was half finished with his hay. He was waaaayy in the back of his pasture. Like the wonderful horse owner I am, I hauled his grooming tote and bucket of grain and carrots to him, slopping through two inches of wet snow on top of 2 inches of mud. Yes, he would have come down for his grain. But I wanted to hang out and groom him while he ate, anyway.
Before I show you Tuesday's bump picture, here are three previous pictures of My Boy's bump, I will label them by date.
Sunday, one week ago:
Friday, day of vet visit:
Sunday, after two days of treatment:
Tuesday, after 4 days of treatment:
Hmmm. What do you think? I'm sorry the photos were not all taken from the exact same zoom range, hence the possible difference in size. It was hard to tell what is happening because it is so caked with dried Xxterra. After I took this last photo, I tried to brush it off a bit before applying a new coat.
The bump appears to be a little "flatter" to me, but has obviously not inflamed and gotten worse. Worse in a good way, because it is supposed to be getting worse before it gets better! Patience is a virtue, and I will continue to apply it for 3 more days. Then, I will call the vet and proceed according to her advice.
I groomed My Boy. He even let me pick his hooves while eating his hay. Then I just hung out with him for a bit. It was peacefully quiet, the sun was setting behind the trees and the air was still. It was cold but not unbearable, and after a long day at work, I found it surprisingly relaxing listening to him munch on his hay. Goodness he was silly, using his little muzzle to work that hay around, getting to the leafiest scraps.
Oh- I took a little video, so watch for yourself!
Of course, he couldn't miss going for an extra lick in the bucket. You know, something might have appeared since the last time he checked!