product review · surgery

Product Review: Easy Boots Rx

EasyBoot Rx

After Tristan had his surgery, the debate was between hospital plate and hoof boot. Hospital plates are a special kind of shoe that supports a flat piece of metal that covers the bottom of the hoof. They’re protective and supportive.

However, in those days, Tristan’s hoof was actually open on the front as well (see the foot progression collage for an example of what I mean) and needed protection all around.

The vet clinic recommended these EasyBoots, so I measured away and ordered them. He wore them 24/7 for 8 weeks on both front feet – both shoes were pulled and we wanted to keep them even so there was no compensatory lameness. The first 5 weeks or so were entirely on stall rest, and the remaining three were on limited turnout in a small gravelly area. His RF (the surgery foot) was wrapped 24/7 under the boots.

I ordered two size 4 boots, which were the correct size for him, but had to buy a size 6 from the vet clinic – in the first early weeks, we were wrapping his foot with multiple layers of gauze, vet wrap, and then Elastikon on top of that. Eventually we transitioned down to the 4 on both fronts.

Pros: they were really easy to use, opening up in the right way and sliding on. Sometimes it wouldn’t settle 100% on the hoof but usually asking him to pick his foot up and put it down again fitted the hoof right in. They do exactly what they are advertised to do, and it was rare for me to find even a shaving down inside. He only pulled them off once or twice. They function very much like the SoftRides and are a much better price (usually running about $75 per boot, as opposed to $200 per pair). They are also sturdier than the SoftRides and can be used for limited turnout.

Cons: they are not really for turnout. Wear & tear accelerated significantly when Tris started going out a little bit. The elastic that tightens the top of the boot wore out relatively quickly, but I was pulling it extra tight to try and keep more of an antiseptic environment. The boots weren’t exactly going to fall off, but there was noticeable stretching. The fabric tore a bit in the area where the two pieces come together – you can see it in the bottom left of the photo above. They MUST be worn barefoot – a shoe would have shredded the inside of the boot in short order.

My biggest complaint: those air holes? Did not work AT ALL. His feet were constantly damp. I tried shaking in talc powder to soak it up and that mostly created a paste inside the boots. His soles and frogs were a wreck after 8 weeks, because they were constantly steaming. Thrushy and mushy. I had to do a fair bit of remedial treatment to get them back online after he came out of the boots. He was just standing around his relatively clean stall, too – at no point did these boots EVER come in contact with serious moisture. If he could have spent even a few hours out of them I think that would’ve allowed everything to dry out, but he couldn’t. Better than the alternative of re-infecting the surgical wound, but the moisture was a constant battle.

In conclusion: these do what they say they do, and for a decent price. They are useful if you find yourself in a situation that requires therapeutic booting.

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Songs About Horses: Tickle Cove Pond

One of my favorite Pandora stations is my Great Big Sea mix, which I have carefully cultivated to be mostly rousing songs that I can sing along to, even if they’re more sad than not. It’s a good cleaning channel.

Tonight I turned it on and up came a song called Tickle Cove Pond, which I hadn’t heard before. It’s about an accident with a draft horse on an icy pond. Don’t worry, it has a happy ending!

(um, also ignore the awful videographer commentary, I couldn’t find a clean version of this on YouTube.)

Lyrics:
In cuttin’ and haulin’, in frost and in snow
We’re up against troubles that few people know
And it’s only by courage and patience and grit
And eatin’ plain food that we keep ourselves fit
The hard and the easy we take as it comes
And when ponds freeze over we shorten our runs
To hurry my haulin’ with spring coming on
Near lost me a mare out on Tickle Cove Pond
Chorus:
Lay hold William Over, lay hold William White
Lay hold of the cordage and pull all your might
Lay hold of the bowline and pull all you can
And give me a lift with poor Kit on the pond
I knew that the ice became weaker each day
But still took the risk and kept haulin’ away
One evening in April bound home with a load
The mare showed some halting against the ice road
She knew more than I did as matters turned out
And lucky for me had I joined her in doubt
She turned round her head, with tears in her eyes
As if she were sayin’, “You’re riskin’ our lives”
All this I ignored with a whip handle blow
For man is too stupid; dumb creatures to know
The very next moment the pond gave a sigh
And down to our necks went poor Kitty and I
Chorus
For if I had taken wise Kitty’s advice
I never would take the shortcut on the ice
Poor creature she’s dead; poor creature she’s gone
I’ll ne’er get my mare out of Tickle Cove Pond
Chorus
So I raised an alarm you could hear for a mile
And neighbours turned up in a very short while
You can always rely on the Overs and Whites
To render assistance in all your bad plights
To help a poor neighbour is part of their lives
The same I can say for their children and wives
When a bowline was fastened around the mare’s breast
William White for a shanty song made a request
There was no time for thinkin’, no time for delay
Straight from his head came this song right away
Chorus Final
Lay hold William Over, lay hold William White
Lay hold of the cordage and pull all your might
Lay hold of the bowline and pull all you can
And with that we brought Kit out of Tickle Cove Pond
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Transformation Tuesday

Hullo to everyone who has come over from She Moved to Texas!

And thank you to Lauren for featuring my journey with Tristan on her Transformation Tuesday series. For those of you who don’t follow Lauren, you are seriously missing out on a great horse blog. It’s a must-read for me every day.
For those of you who haven’t been here before, welcome. 🙂 Apologies for the winter doldrums that have characterized us of late. If you’re curious about what we’ve been up to in the recent past, 2013 was an insanely eventful year and not really in the good way that my blog title generally hopes for, ie lots of eventing. The 2013 Year in Review post is a good place to start!
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Another Day

Thanks everyone for commiserating with me yesterday. I threw myself into more cleaning, folding clothes, etc. and when the boyfriend got home he dug my car out and I headed to the barn.

I ended up free longeing Tristan in the indoor for about 40 minutes, walk-trot-canter. He behaved beautifully. Our control and focus while free longeing is a bit of a work in progress, and sometimes he doesn’t cooperate – gallops to a corner bucking away and then refuses to come out, or heads to the gate and hangs his head over looking for someone to take him back to his stall.

Last night we worked through some stiffness (horses are on limited turnout with all the snow, and even when turned out he’s not doing much beyond stuffing his face with a round bale) and he ended up with a nice smooth forward walk and trot, stretching down of his own volition in the trot. Canter was a little wonky; he was throwing his hips inside during the transition, and without a longe line I couldn’t correct it, so I didn’t want to work too much on an incorrect gait.

Hand continues to heal, and hopefully we’ll continue to free longe this week and then next week I can ride again.

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The blahs

I had to call off my barn shift today on account of still not being able to make a fist or grip with my right hand.

I tried to start my truck but the battery was dead. Called AAA to get it jumped. Ran it for 10 minutes. Still dead on the other side. Will have to call them again to get it out of the driveway to get it inspected next week.

I have been trying to clean the apartment, one-handed, all day, but am hardly making a dent and I kind of want to throw everything away. I can’t do any deep cleaning because I can’t get my hand wet. (And let me tell you, taking showers with my dominant hand wrapped in plastic and held above my head is getting SO OLD.)

I tried to clean tack but couldn’t get the lid off my tack soap one-handed and so had to wipe my saddle down with water and clean it a little bit with some backup liquid tack soap that I don’t like nearly as much. Discovered I am out of leather conditioner. Didn’t really get a good deep clean anyway (see above re STUPID HAND).

I just tried to shovel awkwardly one-handed to get my little car out of its parking space, which has mostly left me with a sore left hand and a bruise on my ribcage from balancing the shovel and an aching right hand when I tried to use it.

And the car is still stuck. Not going anywhere. I haven’t even seen my horse in a week and now I still can’t. I have spent all day thinking of ways I can get him some exercise with one hand and had finally settled on free longeing in the indoor and now not even that will happen until maybe my boyfriend gets home at which point I’ll have wasted the only sunny day we’ll have this week.

I have to go to a family reunion this week that is feeling less like a nice weekend away and more like a series of command performances in which the agenda, menu, location, and social choices have been chosen for me and which I must follow under pain of Disappointing Your 90 Year Old Sick Grandmother (Not To Mention Your Parents). So there goes another weekend of riding.

I am basically feeling like the most lazy, useless, worthless human being on the face of the earth.

vermont · winter

Snowpocalypse…ish

We got somewhere between 14″ and 18″ in the snowstorm yesterday. Business more or less as usual. In fact, people were mostly thrilled – good skiing this weekend! Some schools canceled, and for me work closed an hour early when it became clear the snow would impact the evening commute as well. Since I walk to work, I stayed to catch up.

I wish I could ride in it, but we’re heading out of town tomorrow to visit some friends. Hopefully enough will still be there Monday…and I can finagle a way to hold the reins without really using my right hand? Hmmmm.

In the meantime: have a cool photograph. This was taken near Crystal Lake Falls in Barton, VT in 1941. Before snowplows, rolling and/or scraping snow was the order of the day. The idea was not to get ride of the snow but to make it a smoother surface for sleighs to travel on. In the 1940s, Vermont didn’t have an interstate highway system or really even much in the way of paved roads – or electricity. It’s still a very rural place, but not quite like this anymore!

(Photography courtesy of the VT Agency of Transportation/Department of Highways: Vermont State Archives and Records Administration)

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For crying out loud…

After two days of being flat on my back with a nasty stomach bug, I started feeling better late morning yesterday.

So I decided to do some dishes, and when I reached inside a glass to scrub the bottom, it explodes in my hand. I rinsed it in cold water and did a pressure wrap but an hour later it still wanted to bleed, so off to the ER I went.
No stitches, thankfully, though I was right on the line. Steri strips and glue and a tetanus booster and instructions not to use it much for the next few days. Typing is difficult. Riding is definitely out, and since it’s my dominant hand, so are most other things.
Boooooo.
longeing

Spicey Pony

I snuck away from work for a little while today, in the middle of my second 12 hour day in a row. Because I only had a very small window, I just tossed Tristan on the longe line nekkid. Halter only.

He was pretty up, and blew right through my commands to start with, and did a fair amount of bucking and farting and cavorting when I asked him to walk on. Then the apprentice barn dog, a 12 week old Australian Shepherd, thought it would be great fun to caper about with him, and Tristan agreed.

Tris actually loves dogs and the puppy was lucky that was the case; he would run a step or two along with Tris, and Tris took off bucking and farting. The puppy spooked and sprinted back in the aisle and then snuck back in for a few more steps.

I don’t mean to say I was making light – the puppy was clearly not allowed in the ring, but Tris was being enough of a handful that I couldn’t shoo the puppy out myself. He would leave the ring when ordered but only for a few seconds, and after three or four play attempts the barn manager arrived and dragged him back to his crate in the tack room.

After that, Tristan settled down to be a bit more workmanlike. He had some nice stretching out and some big forward movement. We worked on transitions for a while, particularly tracking left. His left hind has always been weaker, so we really worked hard at walk-trot and trot-canter transitions on voice command. They sharpened up nicely, and we schooled them a bit to the right.

Tristan is so often so laid back and quiet that it’s easy to let him be a little sloppy in his voice commands, so today was a good opportunity to really drill those. We also worked on halt-walk and ground tying. I also worked a bit with a new voice command I’m installing, turn on the longe line. It’s only useful when longeing in his halter like this. He turns to the right nicely but doesn’t always want to turn to the left.

In all, I was pleased with the work he did, even if it was only 25 minutes or so. I had a nicely forward and responsive horse, who kept one ear and eye on me at all times and was responding to my body language. I’ll get up early tomorrow before work to ride, and then Sunday and Monday am covering for barn chores so I’ll ride after both those days as well.

color

What color looks best on your horse?

Tristan is a funny sort of color. He’s a deep red in the winter, and in the summer he’s quite distinctly more roan. His mane and tail are frosted the whole year ’round. I’ve tried many different color combinations on him over the years, and always default to black and white, with a hint of gray. I do so wish I could do more colors, though.

I just spent some time playing with a fun tool to design your horse’s color scheme. Now, it’s not comprehensive, and the interface is a little clunky, but it is a marvelous time waster. (The things you are reduced to doing when you are being dumped on by a foot of snow…)

Here’s what Tristan currently looks like to go XC.

I did one for Hannah‘s Tucker, too, except it needs more spangles.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I should probably duck and run…