Got brave and hopped on bareback!
Another day of sunshine and lollipops! Minus the lollipops.
Oz has developed a little cough the past couple of weeks. It's annoying. Each time we start to trot, he coughs. I hate when that happens, because I'm afraid that if I'm riding with others, they'll worry that he's contagious. I'd taken his temp, but it was normal. I'd soaked his hay, but he still coughed. It was only with exertion, like when we trotted, or when I ponied him on the trail and we climbed a hill. So I wasn't terribly worried...but since it hadn't gone away, and since I've got 3 weeks until game time, I opted to have it checked out.
The heart sounded good. The lungs sounded fine. Nothing at all in the trachea. And again, no temp. Eyes were clear, as was his nose. So nothing viral, said the vet, and no one need worry about catching the creeping crud. At this point, he pulled out a long glove, one that is intended for use when a hand goes up the end of a horse that one's hand should never travel into. Oz, of course, had no clue. And this time, the glove was for the front end, anyway. A knot was tied where the wrist would normally be, and the opening slipped over Oz's muzzle. It was left there for a couple of minutes, just long enough for Oz to become uncomfortable breathing, at which point the 'bag' was pulled off and the vet's stethoscope placed onto his side. Oz gave a hefty cough, induced by the bag. The vet listened to see if he could hear anything in his lungs. Nothing. A second time of breathing into the makeshift bag, a second time listening, and again, nothing.
The needle came out and blood was drawn.
Then we went outside for a quick trot around to show the good doctor what we'd been experiencing, and true to history, Oz coughed. We turned and trotted the other direction, and this time a little chunk of what looked like chewed grass or hay came shooting out when he coughed.
The vet suggested we wait for the lab to check the bloodwork, and then, if nothing showed up, we'd make a plan.
What showed up was...well...nearly nothing. A wee bit of inflammation, I was told, but nothing terribly bad. So I was told to return to exercise and see if whatever it was would work it's way out in the next few days. Then, if he didn't get better on his own, we'd put him on banamine for a few days and see if that helped the cough.
The past few days I've not done anything other than walk a few circles, but after the phone call I went right out and saddled up. We had a good, solid workout, and yes, he coughed a couple of times, but it wasn't bad, and I didn't let it stop us. I'm anxious to get things back on the road. Or, in this case, the trail!
Sandy and I ponying Oz down the trail. Next time? I'm riding the red man!