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Bloody animals!
So, GB's vet visit was not much shy of £200. I really hope that it clears up before he needs to have any more expensive treatment! It does seem better. The silly hat makes it much harder for him to itch it raw, so it's only bleeding a bit, and I think that the swelling has gone down, but it's hard to get a proper look as whenever I take the silly hat off he starts trying to rub his face against the nearest convenient object. Sigh.
He even seems to be eating most of the medication, although I do sometimes have to mix the last of it up with a bit of water and some crumbled up treats to get him to finish it: he's remarkably good at eating the food and leaving the powder behind.
Today, Mike's gone into town. As GB's been a bit sluggish the last few days (well, you know, big infection plus antibiotics....), I popped him out into the field and took the baby for a hack, as he needs more fast riding than he's getting. GB was unimpressed, to put it mildly. (At least) until we were out of sight, he was cantering from one end (can see the stables) of the field to the other (can see arena and a horse-and-rider in the distance that may or may not be us) trying to figure out where we'd gone. I could still hear him yelling as we got to the end of our road and turned into the woods, and I think I may have heard one or two neighs while we were in the woods. The mares next door and the Gelding Over The Road were all a bit bemused about what all the fuss was about.
On the plus side, he wasn't in a state when we got back, and he only started yelling again when we got to the arena and he was sure it was us (although he'd been keeping an eye on us from a little way before that). I got him in before I put the baby out, for the dual purposes of checking he hadn't sweated up and stopping him from going after the baby, and got good results on both counts.
The baby did very well on our little hack, although he make 'let's go home' motions every time GB shouted at him. In the woods, he was very good, and we had some nice canters and some typically bouncy trots. He will keep trying to trot down steep hills though, which is annoying and silly of him.
(He's also much better at trotting in one direction around the school than he is in the other. Amusingly, when I trotted him down the lane he trying to move across the road so that the high verge was closes to him on the side it would be on his favoured rein in the school....)
He was even very good when two random dogs appeared in the middle of the bridlepath and ran towards us as we cantered up it. I was rather irritated, and when I later saw a woman with half a dozen dogs asked if it had been hers that we'd nearly splatted. "Oh, it probably was them but they're used to horses," she said, not seeming to realise that neither I nor the horse were to magically know that, and her dogs probably also didn't magically know that the horse was ok with them. Plus, I'm fairly sure there are rules about dogs being under close control on bridlepaths: I'm not saying for a moment that they have to be on a lead, but if they're far enough away that the human doesn't hear me yell "Horse! Recall your dogs!" then I can't imagine that that counts. Grr. Mutter.
He even seems to be eating most of the medication, although I do sometimes have to mix the last of it up with a bit of water and some crumbled up treats to get him to finish it: he's remarkably good at eating the food and leaving the powder behind.
Today, Mike's gone into town. As GB's been a bit sluggish the last few days (well, you know, big infection plus antibiotics....), I popped him out into the field and took the baby for a hack, as he needs more fast riding than he's getting. GB was unimpressed, to put it mildly. (At least) until we were out of sight, he was cantering from one end (can see the stables) of the field to the other (can see arena and a horse-and-rider in the distance that may or may not be us) trying to figure out where we'd gone. I could still hear him yelling as we got to the end of our road and turned into the woods, and I think I may have heard one or two neighs while we were in the woods. The mares next door and the Gelding Over The Road were all a bit bemused about what all the fuss was about.
On the plus side, he wasn't in a state when we got back, and he only started yelling again when we got to the arena and he was sure it was us (although he'd been keeping an eye on us from a little way before that). I got him in before I put the baby out, for the dual purposes of checking he hadn't sweated up and stopping him from going after the baby, and got good results on both counts.
The baby did very well on our little hack, although he make 'let's go home' motions every time GB shouted at him. In the woods, he was very good, and we had some nice canters and some typically bouncy trots. He will keep trying to trot down steep hills though, which is annoying and silly of him.
(He's also much better at trotting in one direction around the school than he is in the other. Amusingly, when I trotted him down the lane he trying to move across the road so that the high verge was closes to him on the side it would be on his favoured rein in the school....)
He was even very good when two random dogs appeared in the middle of the bridlepath and ran towards us as we cantered up it. I was rather irritated, and when I later saw a woman with half a dozen dogs asked if it had been hers that we'd nearly splatted. "Oh, it probably was them but they're used to horses," she said, not seeming to realise that neither I nor the horse were to magically know that, and her dogs probably also didn't magically know that the horse was ok with them. Plus, I'm fairly sure there are rules about dogs being under close control on bridlepaths: I'm not saying for a moment that they have to be on a lead, but if they're far enough away that the human doesn't hear me yell "Horse! Recall your dogs!" then I can't imagine that that counts. Grr. Mutter.