So, Howie has a boo boo on his front leg from playing too hard out in the field. Just an abrasion, but it is right on the tendon and his ankle is a little hot. So I cold water hose it last night and put standing bandages on. The next morning, however, as the barn manager is walking down the aisle, Howie picks up the cotton and waves it at her as if to say, "Hay, see, I'm all better!" Yea, that's Howie in a nutshell! And as she is in his stall trying to gather up the rest of the bandages, he is pulling them out of his bedding, trying to help. Yep, that's my Howie, and that's why I love him!
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§ Rebecka Swinger said on : 03/02/10 @ 16:14
Ah, I'm happy I added you to my bookmarks, otherwise I'd have missed this post! Good post.
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