We’ve been pretty blessed on the farm, and all of our animals are getting along really well. We like to think it comes from a lot of love from us and absolutely wonderful vets, both equine and small animal. On occasion, things go off course and someone gets hurt or injured, and of course when this happens it’s always at odd times. What do I mean by odd times? Night, weekends, and holidays – when the price and the panic level both rise!
The latest adventure belongs to Ranger. It was once said that Ranger should have been named Dennis the Menace because he simply can’t keep himself out of trouble. It’s not that he’s looking for trouble or mean in any way, his imagination just always gets the best of him.
On a recent Wednesday evening, Cowboy and I ran into town to grab dinner and groceries. When we got home, we went out to check on the horses and low and behold there stood Ranger with a horrible gash on the left side his face, hide just hanging there. Now, for those who know me you know that I have a weak stomach for these things, so I immediately called for Cowboy to take a peek by yelling into the barn, “Come look at Ranger. He hurt himself.”
This got Cowboy’s eyes rolling because, let me just admit this right now, I am a bit neurotic about the critters. I watch them for changes, scrapes, any little thing. Cowboy is used to this cry from me, and normally it’s nothing or even less than nothing. So he comes sauntering out with that look that says, “Come on, it’s late.”
Cowboy takes one look, and I hear him say, “Oh man. That’s not good.” Which means, you guessed it, call the vet. Cowboy is a firefighter/paramedic in his day job, so he’s seen a thing or two, and when he votes for medical attention, I pay attention. After texting back and forth with the vet to share pictures of the injury, it was decided Ranger needed to go to the vet that night
Oh, one minor detail I forgot to mention, this was right after the great ice storm in Texas this past December, which then turned into a mud-pocalypse in our pasture. Cowboy dutifully climbed on the big red tractor and pulled out our horse trailer. (Oh how I love tractors, but more on that another day.) We load Ranger, lock up the farm and head to the vet.
Long story short, stitches are required, as are drugs. This is the first time in Ranger’s life he’s been sedated, at which point we learned not only is he goofy when drugged, but he is STUBBORN. It was great fun getting his groggy hind end back in the trailer for the ride home. Picture us out in the parking lot, me and the vet pushing on his rump and Cowboy pulling on his front. Oh what a sight we were!
Back to the farm we went, supplied with medicines and thankful hearts. Ranger just missed his eye, so we were definitely counting our blessings. Two weeks later, stitches came out and Ranger is on the mend. The great news is that it looks like there won’t be a scar on his handsome face (because as you know he is my Fabio).
Big thanks to our wonderful vets who always fit us in, night or day or holiday. We couldn’t live this farmtastic life without you!
P.S. – We found how Ranger injured himself. It was a rogue screw high up on a piece of equipment. It was an absolute fluke that he found it, but it has been fixed. Thanks to Cowboy of course, who was up at dawn the next day hunting the source of the injury. They may be “my” horses, but I know how he really feels about them.
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Awww – it sounds like Ranger and my son are kindred spirits. It was so hard to see Ranger’s pretty face injured.I’m glad he mended well.