Mustang Saga

Tonka would like to leave the hospital now.  If only he could.

The bad around his girth is holding a heart monitor in place, and his whole abdomen is clipped short.  That was actually pretty funny, the clipping.  Seems he's less bothered by the act of clipping than he is by just the mere sight of clippers.  He got all snorty and big eyed every time someone walked by with a set of clippers.  The big goofball.

His heart rate is much better, blood levels a little better thanks to the blood transfusion.  He's not happy which is more like his normal self in a stalled environment.  His appetite for hay isn't very good, but he did eat his supplements and an apple with much enjoyment.  He wasn't wanting to interact much, other than to nibble at my pant leg and let me rub his butt.  I think he's sick of being fussed with.

 

I'll get an update this evening and go back in tomorrow.  They can't let me see him Saturday because everything is all messed up by a football game and the dedication of a new building next door.  Sunday they don't normally allow visitors but they'll let me in.  I feel kind of bad, inconveniencing them, but not bad enough that I won't go visit.  Speaking of inconvenient, his whole team stayed until after 10 last night to get his transfusion done.  They really are good people.