Mustang Saga

The vet left a bit ago. Scout isn't seeing out of that eye. It does respond to light, but he doesn't flinch when you swing your hand at his eye on that side. I had no idea... He seems perfectly normal. Which is a good sign, if he does end up permanently blind, that he can still be a normal horse. My vet is irritated that the vets at WSU didn't take it more seriously and didn't send him to the ophthalmologist. So we get to do that now, and hope that it isn't too late. I'll have to trailer them up to Spokane. I don't know when they'll fit us in, it could be a while. More waiting...

While we waited for the vet I haltered Scout and wrapped a rope around his butt and worked on leading. He did surprisingly well. I asked him to give his face to the side first, and praised him for each tiny give. Then we moved forward a step, then several, then he freaked out and reared up a little, but pulling his head to the side helped stop that. Then we worked some more. He was doing really well. The vet got here and fiddled with him, then when I let them loose he RAN and RAN. Had to get rid of the confined feeling I guess. Bella was, as usual, a perfect lady. This time she wasn't held while we fiddled with Scout, and she walked around and sniffed everyone and then just watched. She's such a peaceful, sweet girl.