When Wilbur first arrived and Dr. Natasha came out to do her checkup, she wrote, amongst other things, a list of wormers that Wilbur needed and the appropriate months to administer them.
I opened the box, translated Dr Natasha's writing, and said to myself, "Remember- it's the purple one." Then I did what most people do when they understand the concept but have never performed the action. I watched a YouTube video.
With the wormer in my back pocket, halter over the shoulder, and a vague sense of trepidation I found myself face to face with the beast.
After all that suspenseful build up......there was some head tossing until I finally managed to shove the tube in his mouth and squirt the stuff in. I would call the procedure mildly successful. Most of it ended up down his throat, a little on my hands, and a little on hay pile. I attempted to salvage what was on the ground by making hay/wormer cookie sandwiches which he ate a little resentfully. The allure of the cookie was too much for him.
And I actually have no idea if you're allowed to feed little bits of wormer on cookies. We'll find out if he's still standing tomorrow.
If I did in fact inadvertently try to kill my horse....well....someone just let me know in the comments please!
|Tracy- I am sending you this binder to decipher|
|All of the wormers|
|I don't think Wilbur loves it|
|The two aggressive horses in the herd have moved and I love the quiet bunch he's with!|
|He is still alive|
|Someone left jars of jam in front of my locker with no note. I'm slightly concerned that I've stolen someone's preservatives.|