Stupid Isn't Fatal

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At least not this time.

Those of you who've been following along here for a while might remember Roo, of the tiny little brain and barbed wire fence. New folks can head back to last June to catch up, but before you click the link: Hurk Alert. These pictures are not pretty.

Several have asked how he's been doing. I've sort of put off posting anything until I could say, without reservations, that this particular story had a happy ending. The worst of the cut had closed up by Labor Day, but there was a part on the front of his hock that he kept rubbing open, and even as late as February I wasn't sure it would ever heal. Plus I was worried that the circulation was compromised and the foot and leg might freeze when our temperatures dropped down to twenty and thirty below. But when I went out today to catch Scotchman and Julie, he was back to his old obnoxious self.

I'd show you pictures of the scar, but I could never get that close. Which is a good thing, in this case.



In case you couldn't tell, the left hind is the one he injured. It's still stiff and his gait is a little odd, but overall he's doing great. Could probably even be ridden, as long as you kept it slow. We're not much for pleasure riding around here, though, and he was never that much of a pleasure to ride anyway. Plus, he's twenty two years old.

We're just glad to see him trotting off into the sunset.

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