 Deworming: Think Like a Horse
Hello, it's me, your horse, your baby, your best pal. First, let me say how much I love all the treats that you bring me. I love it when you brush me, love on me and smooch my nose. I love when you take me out of the stall, ride me, or just let me be a horse. But there are a couple of things I don't like very much. I really, really hate flies. And I'm not crazy about standing still for the farrier.
Another thing I hate is dewormer. Have you ever tasted that stuff? It's yukky and disgusting. Apple flavored, my foot! Oh, and by the way, you know that tip about cleaning out a deworming syringe and filling it with applesauce and giving me that a few times before you actually deworm me? Yeah, well, I love the treat, but get real. You cannot trick me. Huuuulllllllo, I can SMELL it before you ever get it close to my mouth.
I HAVE noticed that not every horse in the barn gets the yukky dewormer every three months. I've seen other horse owners picking up poop, putting it in a little white container and sending it off to Horsemen's Laboratory for a fecal egg count. Those lucky horses only get dewormed once in a while-only if they need it. So, please, could you do that for me, too? If you loved me, really loved me, you would. Too expensive, you say? Oh, puuuuhhhlllleeeasse, it doesn't cost that much! What? A dinner out, a couple of lattes? We're looking at every couple of months here, when you receive the reminder-it's not like it's every other week. Am I not worth that? Besides, isn't it easier to pick up poop and mail it than to try to poke dewormer down me when I tightly clamp my lips shut?
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