I’ve been sucking my teeth for a couple of days now about Waffle. I would find him always by himself and not very enthusiastic or walking about much. And today I saw him in a typical laminitis stance (sort of stacked out), so I went back with the van and brought him home.
Before he came back, I lugged my collection of hurdles to make a small dry pen area attached to a little open shed so Waffle can have some shelter if he wants too.
The old folk were pleased to see Waffle. I am hoping they will pop back occasionally to keep him company.
The hay is soaking but I gave him a small unsoaked net to be getting on with.
And Himalayan salt.
Along with a huge bucket of water.
A rookie mistake. When I went to check on him a few hours later, I met this sight.
Meh! Waffle!
So I brought in two different containers – the gate hanging variety – in the hope Waffle can’t throw them around. I bet he tries.
So he washed his head at me instead!
A quick trip to the vet surgery to collect more antibiotics for Bibble and, upon my return, I found the water buckets still standing and Bibble had volunteered to be Waffle’s BFF.
I thought that was very sweet of him.
