Big John has been working like crazy, trying to get the pens outfitted for Ranger's return. Unfortunately for Ranger, he's been prescribed "stall rest" for the next 6 weeks. Yes, 6 weeks. That's 42 days. 1008 hours. 60,480 minutes. 3,628,800 seconds. And believe me, it's going to feel like every bit of that. Poor Ranger.
I spent ALL day at a nearby water park with 50 sixth graders! Fun in the sun! Big John spent all day rigging the pen, loading up on feed and hay, getting detailed instructions on horse doctorin', hauling Ranger home, and trying to get him settled. It seems that Ranger has spent all day pacing. I'm not sure where the "rest" part of "stall rest" fits in. It looks like Roxy is a lot more relaxed now that he's back, but it's very clear that Ranger has no idea what he's done to deserve this shoddy treatment. Many, many dollars later, we're still not sure of the long-range forcast. We're going to follow the treatment plan, cross our fingers, and hope for the best. It's pretty certain that there will be a permanent impact on his knee joint, and that lameness will set in at an earlier age than usual. But for now, we're just happy to have him home!
I always wanted to be a vet - guess I can "play one on TV!" Wish us luck - seems there's never a dull moment out on the farm.
Happy Homecoming, Ranger!
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