Learning: About the guinea pig reproductive cycle.
Writing: Sadly, not much. Again.
Between the fires, hazardous air quality, Peebs colicking, and general anxiety I might have done a little retail therapy. I mean, why not buy stuff you only use when riding when you can't ride for a couple of weeks? Gotta get that serotonin hit from something.
The barn I bought Peebs from is closing and was selling off pretty much everything not nailed down. They had jumps for sale, and while we don't need more standards or poles, we could use fill. Unfortunately they wanted to sell the jumps as a set, but had some extra flower boxes I snagged. The brown ones each need a board replaced, while the yellow and white ones just need some cleaning and a new coat of paint.
|In need of a little TLC|
I took advantage of the International Helmet Awareness weekend and bought a One K MIPS. I'm super happy that One K's now come in long oval and with the MIPS. While I don't need a new helmet, I'm sure Cinder is going to turn me into a lawn dart at some point and my Trauma Void is a smidge loose on my head. Much rather be out $$ for a new helmet than a brain injury.
I was going through my blankets and sheets and realized the only sheet I
have for Peebs is his Back on Track one. I love it, but he doesn't
always need it. Cinder thankfully still fits into last years blankets
but will most likely need to size up next year. Peebs and Cinder
currently wear the same size, and Peebs can also wear the size up
depending on the blanket, so I decided to get a rain sheet in 78. It's a
little big on Peebs, but will fit Cinder next year.
|Because he's a unicorn|
So when I saw a unicorn sheet at the feed store, I had to get it. Peebs has the matching unicorn fly sheet in white, but I really like the blue rain sheet. I'm slightly upset of the thought of him going outside and rolling in the mud in it. It's almost too cute to use.
What would 2020 be without a colic scare? Because at this point I've accepted that anything can and will happen.
|From my vet's office on bringing back horses from wildfire smoke|
A's mom called me around 9:30 Saturday morning saying she had turned Peebs back out at 8 with his hay and grain in his paddock but he hadn't eaten anything and was down. Peebs is a vacuum and him not eating is a big sign. I ran out to the barn, gave him banamine, called my vet, and brought him back inside so we could monitor him a little better. When I brought him in, I noticed his water buckets were still full. He hadn't had anything to drink from 5pm Friday night to 8am Saturday morning when he drank from the paddock trough. We were obviously dealing with some dehydration and impaction.
Vet gave me the ok to hand walk/graze him and offer small amounts of soaked hay. Peebs did eat and around 2:30 passed some normal looking poop. But around 6:30 he went down again. At first I wasn't too worried since it looked like he took a 20min power nap, but then he sat up, started biting at his stomach and rolled twice. Called vet again and was told to take him into the hospital. As I was hooking up the trailer, he did pass a little more manure but I had already called and told the hospital we were coming, so off we went.
Once again, I had to hand him off to a tech and sit in my truck waiting to hear from the vet. About an hour and a half later the vet walked out to talk to me. Back in May the vet called me from inside the hospital to talk about Peebs, so this time I was sure he had died and she didn't want to deliver the news over the phone. But it turns out this vet has much better
bedside truckside manners than the one we saw in May. Peebs wasn't showing any symptoms, his vitals and blood work were all normal, and she couldn't feel anything other than some soft manure on the rectal exam. Most likely, the poop he passed right before heading off to the hospital was the impaction. They did tube him with some water and Epsom salts and they did want to keep him overnight to observe him. I was more than fine with that, since I probably would have been sleeping in the tack room if I took him back to barn.
|Getting sprung from the joint|
They called me at 10 on Sunday morning to report that Peebs had passed a bunch of manure during the night, and was happily eating hay. Their protocol is to keep them for 24hrs for observation so I could pick him up between 6-7 that night. Peebs was very happy when they walked him out of the hospital and jumped right into the trailer to go home. I turned him back out in his paddock since I didn't want to chance him not drinking if he was inside. He ate dinner Sunday night and both meals yesterday completely normally so *knock wood* he's in the clear. We do have an appointment Friday for his fall shots and I'm going to ask my vet to do a quick basic exam on him just for my sanity.
While 2020 has been fucking awful, I had been able to mostly stay optimistic and not let anxiety, dread, and depression get to me too much. But this past week has broken me. A very close family friend passed away (not COVID and he had a lot of medical issues so not completely unexpected) and then the apocalypse hit Oregon.
|Pretty much the entire state is burning. I live halfway between Salem and Eugene|
The forecast was for hot, dry, windy conditions. The winds were coming out of the east and the National Weather Service said we were going to have the Oregon version of SoCal's Santa Ana winds. I grew up in San Diego and know first hand how awful and deadly Santa Anas can be. We were under red flag warnings and critical fire dangers. This was only the second time that the fire danger has been this high in this part of the state.
|Work on Tuesday morning. There's hills back here hiding in the smoke|
Monday was when things were supposed to start getting really bad. I went to the barn and rode in the morning (and yelled at the jackass next door mowing the dry as a bone overgrown field next to us) then hunkered down at home. Around 5:30 I got up to feed the cats and make a little dinner then went back to Netflix. About a half hour later I get a strong smell of smoke and run outside to see what was going on. The winds had shifted and picked up, and we were getting all the smoke from the fires. It was so bad you could taste it.
More fires started up Monday night and Tuesday morning it felt like the apocalypse was starting. The air was pure smoke and ash, so bad I had to wear goggles while feeding our alpacas at work. Evacuation notices were popping up on my phone left and right and A’s mom called to see if a friend could use my horse trailer to evacuate their ponies. Thankfully everything was far enough away from us that I only felt mild panic. We busted ass at work and got the week’s critical work done on Tuesday just in case.
|I added an N95 mask for Wednesday and Thursday|
Tuesday afternoon I did decide to leave my truck hooked up to the trailer, just in case. I wasn’t worried about Peebs, but Cinder’s barn is in the middle of the forest on a small one lane road up a hill. If a new fire was to start, evacuating that barn was going to be hard. Trainer S did contact me saying she has put labels on all the halters with her phone number as well as the owner’s number and that all the horses were not getting worked and just light hand walking. I seriously debated bringing Cinder home so both of my ponies were in the same place, but decided against that. First Cinder would be all worked up and the boys at TCF would get excited with her back. No one needs to be worked up right now. Second, if we did need to leave TCF having one more horse there didn’t make sense. Especially since we have the two evacuee ponies.
|Peebs was very intrigued by Ari the pony mare. Filter on the photo from the smoke|
Where the fudge has time gone? How is it September already??
|A carajillo in the wild|
Loving: That my parents will be here soon. While they haven't made it "Facebook Official" my parents have their house in Mexico in escrow and have bought a house 20mins away from me here in Oregon. They should be moving up here in October. When they came up in June to house shop them moving up here full time seemed so far away but it's almost here now.
Smelling: Hollyberry body lotion
Learning: Sad to say I can't think of anything off the top of my head.
Writing: Logs and charts for our semiannual inspections at work this week. Reading: Blogs. Currently in a book slump. Watching: Legends of Korra, Lone Star Law Craving: I was craving carbonara and got it for take out last night. Yum. Obsessing: Over how the hell we are going to do lab inspections over Zoom. This should be interesting. Needing: My coworker to chill the fuck out. We have these inspections twice a year, there's no need to flip out over them. Wanting: Fall weather! Trying: To not lose my cool and go off on my coworker
Drinking: Carajillos. It's espresso shaken with Liqueur 43 (a Spanish herbal/citrus liqueur), poured over ice with a lemon rind, and then topped with smoke from a cinnamon stick. It's fucking delicious. Tastes like the smoothest iced coffee ever. My iced latte yesterday tasted so sad in comparison. Feeling: Relaxed after a four day weekend last week. Hoping: It doesn't stay in the 90s-100s for the next 10 days like they say it will Listening: Somebody Killed His Editor by Josh Lanyon