Left Hook-Laceration-Colic

If a horse can find a way to hurt himself, he’ll go all out.

Part 1

Things have been a bit rough horse wise. It all started on July 4th way before the fireworks started. The heat was a bit oppressive, and the horses were grumpy. As I gathered their buckets I saw it happening, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Chaco pinned his ears and bit Dulce hard on the hock, and Dulce responded with a left hook.

Chaco took one to the jaw. Swelling is all gone now, and this hasn’t slowed him down a bit.

Chaco immediately ran straight for me when I saw the mark on his face, a little bit of blood dribbling out the side of his mouth, and Dulce following him. Dulce clocked Chaco on the right side of his jaw. I think Dulce knew he hurt him, and he immediately felt bad about it. I got them separated, and looked inside Chaco’s mouth to see if there was any damage. His cheek quickly became the size of a softball, so I couldn’t see anything. I ran into the house, got a bag of ice, ran back and held it to his face. There wasn’t much blood considering how vascular this area of the face is blood rich, and within a half hour he stopped drooling and began eating as if nothing happened.

I iced the heck out of it for twenty four hours, palpated it, and he is good. No teeth luckily were involved, and he shows no signs of pain while palpating the heck out of his jaw. All of the swelling is gone, and I’m hoping they both learned from it? Probably not.

Then last Sunday I went with Bill into town, and I came home to this:

Uggh. Of course I was going to ride him this week….sigh. I guess he gets another month off.
All cleaned up and sprayed with Underwood. This is right before I apply Baking Powder.

Bill and I replaced and fixed our fence for the horses 4th of July week. There was one spot that we didn’t address, because we didn’t see any problems with it. Well, Chaco decided to show us that there was. I came home to find dried blood that ran down his neck and leg covered with flies. Usually one thing at a time happens to a horse, but not two things within three days of one another.

I ran into the house, created a betadine mix, ran back out and scrubbed the heck out of it three times making it bleed each time. I wanted to make sure I got everything and anything out of there. I then found my bottle of Underwood and sprayed it all over the wound and covered it with baking powder, which acts as a bandage. Not one fly could be found. I’ve healed several bad wounds with Underwood successfully, and it is famous for healing wounds that people think can’t be healed. I highly recommend it.

The next day I decided to take Chaco to the vet to get the wound looked at when everything fell apart. What I hoped I’d never see again, was right there in front of me as if to say, “You’ll never escape me.”

Chaco and I never made it to the vet. Instead Dulce went.


Part 2 of this blog will be about Dulce, and how what happened with him nearly struck the both of us out.

Author: reenchantedOTTBS

I'm an artist, writer, and a lover of thoroughbreds. I was born and raised in horse racing, and now I wish to help rehome them, educate people about how fantastic they are, and show what they can do.

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