I’ve been sucking my teeth for a couple of days now about Waffle. I would find him always by himself and not very enthusiastic or walking about much. And today I saw him in a typical laminitis stance (sort of stacked out), so I went back with the van and brought him home.
Before he came back, I lugged my collection of hurdles to make a small dry pen area attached to a little open shed so Waffle can have some shelter if he wants too.
The old folk were pleased to see Waffle. I am hoping they will pop back occasionally to keep him company.
The hay is soaking but I gave him a small unsoaked net to be getting on with.
And Himalayan salt.
Along with a huge bucket of water.
A rookie mistake. When I went to check on him a few hours later, I met this sight.
Meh! Waffle!
So I brought in two different containers – the gate hanging variety – in the hope Waffle can’t throw them around. I bet he tries.
So he washed his head at me instead!
A quick trip to the vet surgery to collect more antibiotics for Bibble and, upon my return, I found the water buckets still standing and Bibble had volunteered to be Waffle’s BFF.
I thought that was very sweet of him.
Waffle, my dear, please make sure you do everything Muzzah tells you to do. She can’t deal with another case of laminitis. So leave the water buckets alone and talk to the Bibble.
Fingers well and truly crossed that you’ve caught it quickly enough to prevent a full blown episode. Such a worry and makes for so much extra work.
Poor Waffle! Poor you! But great that Bibble has taken on nursing duties.
Can I ask a cheeky question? I gather my namesake is also from the area I come from because of a mention of the Tees Valley. I was born at Marske-by-the -Sea and I remember Garbutts lived in the village. Does that ring a bell with you, Judith?
Sorry, no bells ringing. xx
Oh no, hope he’s OK. His coat just glows in the sun.