|Happy 21st Birthday Stoney!!!|
Stoney turned twenty-one at the end of April, so we celebrated in style because, after all, you don't turn twenty-one every day.
|Stand still, buddy!|
|Kate is my faithful vet tech.|
|All wrapped up and ready to go to the vet.|
|On the trailer and ready to go.|
As a kid, I used to love taking the animals to the vet's office.
Then I got a mare.
Part of my insistence on going to the vet's office, rather than having them come to me was A) to save paying the barn call fee and B) because Dancer is so horrible when it comes to getting her shots. An unwilling dog who doesn't like being poked is one thing. An angry, fat, 1,000 pound mare who is determined to get away from the vet is a completely different story. The other problem though, is that I was nervous that she'd refuse to get on the trailer taking them there, and then we'd be in a real pickle. However, because Stoney is so good at loading on the trailer and Dancer loves Stoney so much, so walked right on without batting an eye.
Phase One: Complete
|Dancer cowering next to Stoney after getting her shots.|
With Stoney in the stocks, and me and another vet tech hanging onto Dancer, we managed to wrestle her into submission and get her inoculated. If manhandling a large animal doesn't make you feel a little bit accomplished, I don't know what would.
Phase Two: Complete
|Sleepy, sedated Stoney.|
|Poor Stoney! Open wide!|
Phase Three: Complete
|Back at home and happy about it!|
Happy Birthday, Stoney!