After I got done and I was bringing him in the barn, I notice blood on his back pastern. I checked, no cuts. So it had to be dripping.... look up up up. And holy shit his sheath was raw and bloody. The flies had chewed him right up. This happened in the space of a day! It wasn't there Thursday because I did my spring-time sheath cleaning. Nothing like being elbow deep in smegma. About the only time I envy mare owners. And Friday afternoon he was in when it was hot and same Saturday and Sunday. I feel like a terrible mother. I cleaned him up, sponged him off (sweating like a piggy) and turned on a fan in the stall. I put furazone on the raw, bloody spots and I am going to have to go buy more Swat and just shmear it all on there until his sheath is pink.
This morning he was very anxious to come in. Whether it was because he wanted breakfast or he was scared of the flies coming out, I'm not sure. He didn't say. Just that he wanted in his stall NOW.
|can't say no to that face!|