So I wanted to get another few photos of Laz's rear right foot. Can you see all that growth on the outer side? I HOPE that is a great sign.
This is the same foot (rear right) but taken from the inside (aka under his belly). I don't see the same growth rings as on the other side which is strange but may have to do with the wedges that he had on for a few shoe-ings. The bubble or abscess still hasn't come out. Cliff, the barefoot specialist, thinks it may come out when he trims on March 19th.
In the meantime, Laz is doing very well on these heartbar shoes...and we've cut back his Equioxx pain/anti inflammatory from full dose, to thirds, to now a 1/4 of a tube a day. He is doing very well with that gradual change
This was an awful angle to try and photograph him. Behind me is the electric fence and let's just say, I wasn't willing to test it for a better photo.
I think he's looking better, gained a little more so he's not quite ribby but I need to get him thin for his feet's sake.
The curling on his neck is not Cushings...it's dirt.
Ellie the young paint hung out with us the whole time I was there yesterday
Laz and Ellie have started playing with each other a bit more
Jessie, who is Ellie's Mom came over to show her disaprovel. I know she likes Laz but when she's in heat, she doesn't like ANY boys!!! Or perhaps she likes ALL the boys, lol!
Laz smelling Jessie, while she was 'winking' at him
What a tease. Jessie, if you like this face...go for it!
After Laz was mostly relaxed, the wind picked up and so did his interest in something that I couldn't see.
He stood SO tall and made himself SO big. He was coiled ready to spring into action and race around his pen.
The other horses's remained relaxed and were like "What is your deal?" and so he calmed down. I felt like he was waiting for someone else to react and then he would have jumped up and sqeauled with delight. Did I mention when he squeals he sounds like a giant guinea pig. "E...eeeeee!" It's not masculine.
Ok, back to playing with Ellie...the monster went away
Love how the hay stains his little mouth