LeahMurray
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Hi, folks,
Ok, here's the situation:
Last year, my youngest horse, Dancer, who is 7-ish and a husky 34" (gelded), had been exposed to a nasty flu bug that was going through the barn, and started to get a runny nose, temp, etc.: vet said give him a couple or three days of his liquid penicillin doses which I had on hand.
The experienced trainer and judge associated with the barn said, "Can do, but it would be easier to just give him a shot for that once a day. We have the stuff on hand, let's go give him his first dose, and you can see how it's done."
Now Dancer at that point had been loafing around in the pastures for about four-five years, no handling, not expected to do anything at all other than just whatever Dancer wanted to do. I had gotten him to the point of standing for me groom him and pick his feet after months of patient and careful and stubborn persistent work, and he would come when called, AND he would let me bathe him with a sponge and a bucket but not in the shower stall (he rears in the shower, throws his front feet around, bucks and generally behaves like a disgusting little brat).
So the trainer goes and fills up the syringe and brings it along, and Dancer won't let her touch him, dances off sideways from whichever direction she comes from. She says, "We'll twitch him, that'll settle him down," and duly does so. Well, Dancer waits patiently until she takes the twitch off and goes for his butt with the needle, and then he stands up on his hind legs and throws me clear across the aisleway into the arena wall, and knocks the hired man who was holding his head flat on his butt, and then Dancer slips and falls on the concrete floor.
I get up, and say, "Ok, enough of that nonsense, he gets the oral suspension for sure!" and check him over -- he's shaking, but he's not hurt in spite of the upset, so I go get the oral suspension and he takes it like a little angel.
I think, "Ok, he's not wildly in love with this trainer, I know, and he really didn't like that needle, she must have hit a nerve or something. Nonetheless, he needs some more manners training anyhow: this was just downright dangerous." So I enroll him with a different trainer who he likes and who he trusts, and they make good progress, and my little brat starts to show signs of becoming the little gentleman I knew he could be.
(Yes, I know, I should be training him myself, but hey, his current trainer has 30 years of experience with horses to my three, she won't teach him any bad habits that will have to be broken later out of ignorance or inexperience, and I can't take any of that money with me past the grave anyhow, so I might just as well spend it on my horse, right? Keep your trainers employed!)
So yesterday, a new vet comes to vaccinate everyone, and turns out she knows him from years gone by, and he's ALWAYS been a right little twerp when it comes to the vet -- she had the unenviable task of gelding him, it seems, and he was a total little monster for that.
Well, it was as if he'd been standing in the pasture for all these months: he reared, he bucked, he screamed, he jumped around all over the place, he absolutely refused to let anyone near him with the needles, and by the time they were done with the first two shots, they had to tie him to a post in the arena and snub him down tight just to get anywhere near him. At that point, he started trying to pull the post out of the ground.
Finally, he wore himself out with all this, and got himself stuck into the corner of the post and the gate, and they got the last shot into him.
So my question is, what now?
I can't let him continue like this: it's totally unacceptable that he carries on like this for shots.
How do I get him around this one?
Note that he will stand there and watch while we give his two older brothers shots without turning a hair, and that he is perfectly fine with me giving him a dose of wormer or flushing out his mouth with salt water or something using a syringe: he never kicks up a big deal like this when I'm handling the syringe or when his brothers are the objects of interest to the business end of the needle.
I've never tried giving him a shot, though, so have no clue what he will do if I did try it -- but I can imagine!
He seems to have a real thing about vets or anyone else giving him needles, though, and I can't let him carry on like this. Advice will be most welcome and gratefully received.
Leah M.
(Whose elderly boys came through this winter in the pink, thanks to new blankies and making sure they got fed apart from all the other horses at least once every two days this year -- yay!)
Ok, here's the situation:
Last year, my youngest horse, Dancer, who is 7-ish and a husky 34" (gelded), had been exposed to a nasty flu bug that was going through the barn, and started to get a runny nose, temp, etc.: vet said give him a couple or three days of his liquid penicillin doses which I had on hand.
The experienced trainer and judge associated with the barn said, "Can do, but it would be easier to just give him a shot for that once a day. We have the stuff on hand, let's go give him his first dose, and you can see how it's done."
Now Dancer at that point had been loafing around in the pastures for about four-five years, no handling, not expected to do anything at all other than just whatever Dancer wanted to do. I had gotten him to the point of standing for me groom him and pick his feet after months of patient and careful and stubborn persistent work, and he would come when called, AND he would let me bathe him with a sponge and a bucket but not in the shower stall (he rears in the shower, throws his front feet around, bucks and generally behaves like a disgusting little brat).
So the trainer goes and fills up the syringe and brings it along, and Dancer won't let her touch him, dances off sideways from whichever direction she comes from. She says, "We'll twitch him, that'll settle him down," and duly does so. Well, Dancer waits patiently until she takes the twitch off and goes for his butt with the needle, and then he stands up on his hind legs and throws me clear across the aisleway into the arena wall, and knocks the hired man who was holding his head flat on his butt, and then Dancer slips and falls on the concrete floor.
I get up, and say, "Ok, enough of that nonsense, he gets the oral suspension for sure!" and check him over -- he's shaking, but he's not hurt in spite of the upset, so I go get the oral suspension and he takes it like a little angel.
I think, "Ok, he's not wildly in love with this trainer, I know, and he really didn't like that needle, she must have hit a nerve or something. Nonetheless, he needs some more manners training anyhow: this was just downright dangerous." So I enroll him with a different trainer who he likes and who he trusts, and they make good progress, and my little brat starts to show signs of becoming the little gentleman I knew he could be.
(Yes, I know, I should be training him myself, but hey, his current trainer has 30 years of experience with horses to my three, she won't teach him any bad habits that will have to be broken later out of ignorance or inexperience, and I can't take any of that money with me past the grave anyhow, so I might just as well spend it on my horse, right? Keep your trainers employed!)
So yesterday, a new vet comes to vaccinate everyone, and turns out she knows him from years gone by, and he's ALWAYS been a right little twerp when it comes to the vet -- she had the unenviable task of gelding him, it seems, and he was a total little monster for that.
Well, it was as if he'd been standing in the pasture for all these months: he reared, he bucked, he screamed, he jumped around all over the place, he absolutely refused to let anyone near him with the needles, and by the time they were done with the first two shots, they had to tie him to a post in the arena and snub him down tight just to get anywhere near him. At that point, he started trying to pull the post out of the ground.
Finally, he wore himself out with all this, and got himself stuck into the corner of the post and the gate, and they got the last shot into him.
So my question is, what now?
I can't let him continue like this: it's totally unacceptable that he carries on like this for shots.
How do I get him around this one?
Note that he will stand there and watch while we give his two older brothers shots without turning a hair, and that he is perfectly fine with me giving him a dose of wormer or flushing out his mouth with salt water or something using a syringe: he never kicks up a big deal like this when I'm handling the syringe or when his brothers are the objects of interest to the business end of the needle.
I've never tried giving him a shot, though, so have no clue what he will do if I did try it -- but I can imagine!
He seems to have a real thing about vets or anyone else giving him needles, though, and I can't let him carry on like this. Advice will be most welcome and gratefully received.
Leah M.
(Whose elderly boys came through this winter in the pink, thanks to new blankies and making sure they got fed apart from all the other horses at least once every two days this year -- yay!)