WAGING WAR. Part 001.
In the midst of all the chaos resulting from Suzie's vet appointment, a certain red-headed mare has decided it would be the perfect opportunity to begin testing my self-worth, and subsequently, my self-esteem. After numerous attempts to hide her antibiotics in mushy feed - which might I add was yummy, expensive and totally awesome feed!! Senior-mare would just turn up her nose and wander away from the mushy-feed filled bucket and go back to snarfling her hay. I stood there, eyebrow raised and a hand hoisted on my hip. This, was war.
With my chaotic work schedule, the feed stores had long time closed by
the time I had carded out. I had to come up with another solution. Many
suggested syringing the diabolical antibiotics into her mouth and after
exhausting several options, I opted to give it a try. I mean, how bad
could it be? It'd be like, 5 seconds of grossness and then Suzie could
go back to eating her hay. Simple pimple.
I came to her pen at quarter after five in the morning, armed with a syringe filled with watery antibiotics. I felt like a cowboy in the wild west, unholstering the medication from my pockets and sizing up my opponent. Suzie gazed a careless glance my way and started to make her way over - I'm assuming she was interested to see what kind of feed I had brought her today and if it was acceptable enough to her standards.
I climbed into the pen and gripped onto Suzie's head and put the syringe up to her mouth. In response, she threw her head back, jerking my arm and she began to back up... and back... and back.... and back she went. We walked backwards in circles for maybe five minutes until I managed to pulled her head down and around my hip. We continued on a bitter battle of "Here Suzie, please just take this." and it promptly escalated to, "EAT IT YOU RED DEMON COW." I did manage to syringe about half the medicine into her mouth and made the amateur mistake of letting her "take a break" before attempting to administer the rest.
I approached Suzie again and she looked at me with a, "You've got to be kidding me" expression. She attempted to run away from me - well, she senior-fast-walked, and I caught up to her quite fast. We struggled again; backwards, forwards, head jerk here, head jerk there. I heard the car door slam; Jamie had joined in to watch. As I looked up from holding Suzie by the ear I saw Jamie look on with a slight twitch in his lips - he was smiling.
Managing to rough-house the last of her antibiotics into her ungrateful-self, I watched without the inability to react to Suzie's next move. She twisted her head.... and.... DROOLED her medicine ALL DOWN ME. It covered my hands, my arms and down my pant legs. I looked at Jamie, looked at the time and watched as Suzie snorted her retribution and returned to her hay.
So now here I sit. At work, covered with dried, paste-y horse antibiotics.
At least I smell like apples.
I came to her pen at quarter after five in the morning, armed with a syringe filled with watery antibiotics. I felt like a cowboy in the wild west, unholstering the medication from my pockets and sizing up my opponent. Suzie gazed a careless glance my way and started to make her way over - I'm assuming she was interested to see what kind of feed I had brought her today and if it was acceptable enough to her standards.
I climbed into the pen and gripped onto Suzie's head and put the syringe up to her mouth. In response, she threw her head back, jerking my arm and she began to back up... and back... and back.... and back she went. We walked backwards in circles for maybe five minutes until I managed to pulled her head down and around my hip. We continued on a bitter battle of "Here Suzie, please just take this." and it promptly escalated to, "EAT IT YOU RED DEMON COW." I did manage to syringe about half the medicine into her mouth and made the amateur mistake of letting her "take a break" before attempting to administer the rest.
I approached Suzie again and she looked at me with a, "You've got to be kidding me" expression. She attempted to run away from me - well, she senior-fast-walked, and I caught up to her quite fast. We struggled again; backwards, forwards, head jerk here, head jerk there. I heard the car door slam; Jamie had joined in to watch. As I looked up from holding Suzie by the ear I saw Jamie look on with a slight twitch in his lips - he was smiling.
Managing to rough-house the last of her antibiotics into her ungrateful-self, I watched without the inability to react to Suzie's next move. She twisted her head.... and.... DROOLED her medicine ALL DOWN ME. It covered my hands, my arms and down my pant legs. I looked at Jamie, looked at the time and watched as Suzie snorted her retribution and returned to her hay.
So now here I sit. At work, covered with dried, paste-y horse antibiotics.
At least I smell like apples.
Update: Well... The evening dosage went... erm... badly. LOL Although, it couldn't be that bad considering I got the job done, right?
I was smart and put a halter on her and ran a chain over her nose - I don't typically use chains on halters other than using it for showmanship training and it certainly isn't over her nose in that instance... But, I didn't want to be almost whacked in the face again and she really SHOULD know better. So, I opted to use the chain.
She tried to pull back and fling her head around like a freak of nature, so I gave a few corrections with the chain (I wasn't mean about it but she was being disrespectful) and made her back up/ move her legs. I did end up fighting with her for about... 5 minutes?? and then finally I got her to take it.
This AM dosage, Jamie came with me and he stood on her other side and while I pulled her head over to my hip (don't ask, that is the only way I know she'll actually take it... if I can get her head wrapped around my hip, LOL) she took it in like 2 seconds! So progress? I THINK SO!
The scoreboard reads:
Suzie: 2
Cathryn: 1
Update update: New score:
Suzie: 3
Cathryn: 1