Quickly untied him, and he began cheerfully munching on the hay on the trailer floor, still lying down. I thought for sure he was dying with his head at that angle. I’m not sure if he slipped or what, but we opened the trailer, and he was lying on the ground, under the divider, with his head still tied up. Which went well until just as we were pulling into the driveway of the vet clinic, and we heard a huge crash from the trailer. We pulled off into a mostly empty parking lot, removed the chest bar, backed him up, put it back up, and carried on with our trip. No idea how he’d gotten there, but he was just sitting there, with his front hooves off the ground, hanging out. We stopped the rig, looked inside, and Stan had managed to get both his front legs over the chest bar. in morning rush hour traffic, when the escape door flew open. We were driving down the beltway around D.C. It turned out that it was no big deal, the vet had left one of the cords too long and it was sort of dangling into his scrotum, but there was some question about whether or not there was a hernia involved, so we opted to open him up at the vet hospital, just in case. When I stopped by to see how things were going, Stan was standing completely still, looking incredibly pleased with all the attention as a group of kids patted him all over with towels and started braiding his mane.Īfter Stan was gelded, shortly after I’d purchased him, he had to go the vet hospital. One of their projects was sacking out some of the babies, and I agreed to let them use Stan as well. The gentleman who owned the boarding stable also bred welsh ponies, and had a day camp for children in the summer. If a child wanted to learn how to worm a horse on worming day, I’d let them worm Stan, since he was thrilled to have anything in his mouth. He loved to hear them giggle and squeal, and whenever the kids would help with filling water troughs, he’d splash his hoof in the water and soak them :lol: At the time, I was in the Navy, and I boarded him at a large lesson barn, and Stan loved the children, right from the start. I purchased Stan on Valentine’s Day, when he was 8 months old. Stan always liked cold weather, was most comfortable standing in the snow, and was miserable in the heat, so I decided not to put him through another summer. He had arthritis in his coffin joint, which was manageable for several years, but this spring he really started to go downhill. Tuesday morning Stan passed away quietly and peacefully with his head buried in a bucket of grain, with the help of a wonderful veterinarian.
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