It was dental and shot day for the boys. Cigar needed the full set of spring shots and his teeth checked. Ike needed his flu shot, a coggins (in case we actually get on the trailer and leave the farm), and his teeth checked. And since they get sedated for their teeth and I believe in better living through drug chemistry if necessary, they also had their sheaths cleaned since neither is cooperative in that department while fully conscious.
I will never forget the first time I saw a horse have their teeth floated. The Medieval-looking mouth clamp, the “wood rasps,” the blood. It was an eye-opening event, but a necessary evil because of the domestic lifestyle of today’s horses. Ike still has a few baby teeth. It is odd to look in his mouth and see those teeny tiny teeth when the rest of him is so large. I’m hoping to find one before all the baby teeth are gone - a little sick and twisted, but I’m sure I’m not the only horse owner that wants one or already has one sitting in a box somewhere.
Was not able to get to the barn early enough to ride…but since we seem to be doing fine under saddle, the time was spent doing what? Take three guesses and the first two don’t count. That’s right, trailer practice! Ike was cooperative and walked on and off the trailer three times and stayed on the trailer for a full 5 minutes fully relaxed the last time. He also spent that time eating the grain strewed on the floor of the trailer. Hey, if it helps him get over his fear, I say let him eat off the floor.
No ride times yet for Sunday. Trying not to get too excited or think too much about it – one step up the ramp at a time, one step. In the mean time, Ike is going to bed. It was a big day for the big man.