It was 10:30am and I surfaced from dreaming about horses to another sunny morning. I had planned to visit Chico again so got myself ready and popped into the garden to feed the chickens. Unfortunately for me during the short 10 minutes I was outside the vet had decided to phone me, and of course my phone was in the house! Vet had left a voicemail, she explained that Chico was still coping fantastically and that he had had his tummy bandage changed that morning.' I contemplated phoning her back but decided I had no real concerns so would just wait until she phoned again.
Heading over to Lichfield was going well until someone pulled up besides me at the lights and pointed out my rear tyre was almost completely flat *sigh*. One interesting fact I found out today that there is only one petrol station on the journey between Sutton Coldfield and Lichfied and that the solitary petrol station that was on route had an air pump that didnt work! Needless to say I limped slowly to the vet clinic and figured I could fill up the tyre on the way home (which I did)
Chico was pleased to see me again but he seemed a bit quieter than the last few visits. I guessed that the vets had probably given him some sedative to change the dressing so I wasnt concerned.
He looked well and his coat on his neck and chest was shining like a piece of silk. His back end still looked a bit bedraggled and he had managed to rub his tail into a lovely big pom-pom shape, he was definitely going to be coming home minus a lot of tail!
He was keen to use me as a rubbing post again and soon put me to work as his personal hay holder, it was my job to pull the hay from the haynet and hold it for him to munch, lazy monkey.
Whilst I was there another horse arrived and the head vet was putting it through its paces. Chico, and another little pony in a stable opposite, found the antics of this new arrival fascinating and every time it was led across the yard both let out whinnies and neighs of fascination. I guess it can get boring being in the stable 24/7 so they relish any little bit of excitement they can get.
I had noticed a lot of concern about the horse in the stable at the end of the row. There was a cone with hazard tape cordoning off the stable door with several pairs of wellies and cover-alls on the floor. A big sign read 'STAFF ONLY' and I witnessed bowls and buckets being washed out with boiling water. All I could see in the stable was a drip line hanging from the ceiling spiraling its way down to below the door line. I didnt know what was going on but I felt sorry for whatever poor soul was in that stable.
I left Chico munching on his haynet and made my way back home. It is still very strange not having him just up the road at his 'home'.
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