Saturday, February 21, 2009
"He looks great! (for a thoroughbred)"
This was the general summary comment Montana got from our vet yesterday at the annual spring inoculations and wellness check. Our vet does not like thoroughbreds. She has been our vet since I got Montana 8 years ago and on every visit she has managed to use this phrase, "...for a thoroughbred".
"Nice horse!.....for a thoroughbred."
"Good muscling!....for a thoroughbred."
"Nice manners!....for a thoroughbred."
I now wait for that other muckboot to drop, so to speak, whenever she says something good about him.
Yesterday my friend Kathy and I got in early on the spring vetting and thereby avoided the Circus Maximus which is the general barn vet visit for all comers. This mess takes all day and is quite aggravating as you cannot know when you will be 'called' and have to wait around in a queue that is always reforming.
So yesterday was quite civilized: Montana, John, Winston, and Cody like clockwork; and Kathy and I split the farm call fee. Saving a little money and a lot of time.
Whether it's due to his track experiences during the racing days, his natural temperament, or my superb training skills hahahaha, Montana is extremely well-behaved for vetting. Shots, pokings and proddings, blood drawn for Coggins, he stands like a soft-eyed statue. So Vet usually has to say something nice eventually, and then take it back with her signature qualification.
During John's time, Montana had to wait in the round pen so I could give him his supplements and turn him out again. He became 'happy' in the round pen, first having several energetic rollabouts, and then prancing, then rearing, bucking, and rooting vigorously in the snow for tidbits. I tried so hard to get a picture of him rearing because it was beautiful to see. But I just missed it every time.
Here he is on a prance-about:
And coming to see if I am ready to turn him out yet:
You can see that "I'm so full of myself" expression that says Happy Horse to me.
And here's poor John suffering the humiliation of wearing someone else's monogrammed halter; his winter coat is starting to shed out: