Tuesday, September 30, 2025

Medications



    
Medications have become a part of my personal life. Apparently, getting older is about pills.  

    My own reliance on drugs has made me aware that, over the years, many medications have been part of my horse keeping.  I am amazed at how often a veterinarian has prescribed medications for my horses.

    Sitting on the kitchen counter, in a corner, is a large jar of apple flavored electrolytes, and beside it, a tall tub of orange flavored Metamucil.   Both of these products are for my horses, not me.  They are not prescription drugs, but they certainly are veterinarian recommended.

    Also, in the kitchen, I have a drawer dedicated to the various drugs I give to my animals.  A few are for dogs or cats, but most are part of the collection of medicines for my horses. 

    As I rooted through the drawer, I realized I should trash a number of the contents.  Some should hit the garbage can because they are out of date, and a few are drugs I don't recognize.  Where did I get them?  What are they for?  And should I throw them away when I might need them? 

    The two drugs that I use most often are phenylbutazone and banamine.   I have the "bute" in two forms: powder and pills.  I use the powder most often because it is the easiest to get the horse to swallow. I think of bute as horse aspirin.  Banamine is a stronger sedative.  I have it in liquid form, and the small amount I have on hand is out of date.  I should chuck it, but, well, I haven't.

    Recently, since Boudicca has foundered, I have many medications for her.  These drugs include gabapentin, ertugliflozin, equine insulin resistance supplement, and a bottle of acetaminophen acquired from Costco.  I was rather surprised that generic Tylenol is useful for horses.  I have discovered it dissolves nicely in a syringe with water.  For Boudicca, it is a great pain reducer, although she needs 11 tablets for a dose.

    I wasn't surprised to find two syringes of dormosedan gel.  I was a little flummoxed to discover that both of them were open.  We use the gel to relax the horses who are anxious when we do their feet.  My husband, who does the trimming, is a fan of the stuff, but I'm not.  It has to be administered under the horses's tongue.  Only Bay is willing to cooperate, and even at that, only part of the time.  Also, it takes about 20 minutes to make a horse drowsy.  Meanwhile, I'm exhausted from try to apply it correctly. 

    I found a blue vial full of big pills.  It is labeled SMZ.  What?  I couldn't recall what it was until I found an older bottle labeled sulfamethoxazole and trimethoprim tablets.  "Ah, ha," I thought.  We are talking sulfa drugs.  SMZ is a veterinarian's acronym  Okay, I have an old bottle and a new vial.  These pills are an antibiotic.  Over the years they have been useful for multiple equines.

    I found an old brown bottle with injectable B12  vitamins.  I probably should throw it away, but it does not have an expiration date.  I'll have to mention it to one of our veterinarians.  I knew I used it, in the past, on horses who have appeared a little under the weather.

    Another medicine without an expiration date is a large syringe printed with bold type as a digestive paste.  I have obviously used it, because it is missing the cap.  I think it is something I picked up in case of mild colic.  Probably, I should trash it.

    Another large syringe is labeled bio-sponge.  I sure knew what that is.  Our last, retired veterinarian, encouraged me to keep it on hand for a horse with diarrhea.  I believe, at one point, I had a couple of them in the drawer, and I used one.  I'm not sure what horse was involved, but I know the stuff worked.

 

    In a small cardboard box, I found a half-used tube of neomycin and polymyxin B sulfates and bacitracin zinc. I recognized it immediately.  Many years ago our last Exmoor Pony suddenly had a serious eye wound.  We never discovered how it happened, but she eventually went blind in the injured eye.  I spent months treating her.  For an Exmoor Pony, she was surprisingly cooperative as I daily poked her in the corner of her eye.  She lived for many more years with vision in only one beautiful orb.

    I found some dexamethasone used to reduce inflammation.  Both containers were out of date.  I trashed them.

    Two bottles were a mystery.  I don't remember where I got them, and both are unopened.  One is glucosamine chondroitin MSM and the other is dimethyl sulfoxide (DMSO).  Hmm.  Mystery drugs.

    It astonishes me how much my veterinarians have trusted me over the years, and how often I have had to nurse my horses.

    Although, in this blog article I have focused on the medication in my house, I also have jars in the main barn, and in the tack room.  I have several forms of aloe vera cream scattered about.  I'm a firm believer in the efficacy of the the stuff for  minor scrapes.  

    Recently my husband noted we are running low on the iodine solution he used on hooves when he cuts too close.

    Sitting on the hay bales are Bay's "Cough Free," vitamin E, and digestive aid powder.  

    Drugs all over.

    I probably should go through the other various medications we have accumulated elsewhere on the premises, but one step at a time.  It's amazing the quantity of over 30 years.

    Maybe I should set up a pharmacy.  One more thing on my to-do list. 

 

 

Wednesday, September 3, 2025

Bay

     Thank you, folks, for joining me for another interview with one of the horses who live at Friendly Horse Acres.  The plan is to eventually get this discussion added to the podcast planned for the future.  It is to be called "Talking Horses."

    Today I am having a conversation with Bay, an Arab of unregistered breeding.  She asked, in fact, demanded, to be interviewed. 

    So, Bay, thank you for talking to me today. I would like to start by asking you why you were so determined to be interviewed.

Bay

Well, you interviewed that silly little pony, Spice.  He's okay, but I am the ambassador of this place.  You really should have interviewed me first.  I'm the one people coo over, and say, "She's so pretty."  You really need to get your priorities straight.  

Bay (quietly)

Plus, I'm a princess.  

Laverne

Why do you call yourself an ambassador?  You no longer do any of the lessons.

Bay

To begin,  I'm the first one to come to the fence when new people arrive at the farm.  I'm always willing to approach people, even when they are tentative.  The pat me and say, "I like this one."  Also, let's get this straight.  I do some of the lessons.  For years I have modeled when you do the anatomy of the horse with the students.  I do get impatient towards the end of the lesson, but that is more your fault.  You can take too long.  Even you have to admit the students are losing focus by the end of the session. 

Laverne

Okay.  You do have a point.

Let's go back to the beginning, when you first joined the farm  Do you remember where you got your name?

Bay

Of course I remember.  I had only been at Friendly Horse Acres for a day or so, and I was deciding I liked it.  I was by myself in a grassy run with other horses near me on the other side of the fence.  At my old place I was stalled a lot.  They called me "Baby," but I knew that wasn't very dignified.  You came out to see me.  I was way at the other end of the run and you called "Ba-a-y..."  I lifted my head and came to you because I'm a beautiful bay color and Bay is a good name.  We agreed.


Laverne

Bay, perhaps you should explain why you live by yourself in the arena.  

Bay

As you know, that is a sad story.  I did begin at the farm as a saddle horse, but you noticed I was often distressed when I carried a rider.  Sometimes I was okay, but on other days I would give a little crow hop of protest.  I was never mean about it, and I never dumped my riders - unlike Spice.  You called the vet and he reported that I had ulcers.  Some days I was comfortable, and some days I was not.  You did start to to train me as a carriage horse so I wouldn't have weight on my back.  That was okay.  I didn't dislike the work.  However, I started to go lame.  The veterinarian said I had arthritis, and a club foot.  You also noted that I have allergies.  I break out in hives when I'm exposed to chemicals and I cough in the dust.  You give me medication in my morning mash for all those conditions.

Then there is a problem with bully horses.  I'm afraid of some of the other horses.  Dear Rain was a good friend, but Snickers picked on me, and I was terribly nervous.  A few of the other horses scared me, too.  I wouldn't come to the barn for food or water.

Also, some winters where very cold.  The ground froze in the pastures.  I was afraid to move.  You started to put me in the covered arena to feed me.  Eventually, I showed that I could be happy by myself.  I could eat and drink, and I didn't get sick so often because my stress wasn't as high.

Laverne

Don't you get lonely?

Bay

Sometimes.  A little.  You have tried me with other horses.  I was with Boudicca for a short time.  I don't know why, but she didn't like me.  She kept breaking the electric fence to get away from me.  It's a shame because I'm not afraid of ponies, and she's a petite Shetland.  Oh, well.  I understand we can't all get along.

I do enjoy when you have lessons, and extra people come.  That is when I shine.  I enjoy introducing myself.  Usually, I can convince someone to brush me.

Laverne

What is your favorite part of the lessons?

Bay

The horse treats.  Absolutely.  I demand a toll every time you go by me.  Giggle.  

Laverne

Anything else you especially like?

Bay

I'm fond of discovering you have left the grooming tools in the arena, unprotected.  I have a great time nosing them out of the caddy and spreading them on the ground.  I'll do the same thing if you leave a saddle on the mounting block.  It's fun to chuck it around.  Sometimes I even manage to find a treat or two that has been hidden.  Knocking things about is fun, and often rewarding.

Laverne

Anything you would like to add?

Bay

Can I have a treat?  And don't forget to feed me first and meal time.  I always call out to you when you step out the back door.  I don't believe an ambassador should miss any meals.

Bay (quietly)

Especially not princesses.

Laverne

Thank you for talking to me, Bay.  We appreciate you.

    And thank you, folks, for joining me for another "Talking Horses."    

   

  

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