My first "real horse" (not a pony) was one of the latter. He could injure himself on a pinecone and was prone to colic if one stray weed made its way into his hay.
He was truly a special snowflake.
Anyway, I would hardly claim to have seen it all when it comes to horses injuring themselves (thank god). But Gus, bless him, is committed to furthering my education.
Some of you have asked how the old man is, and in general he's great. He's still in his therapeutic riding program and I get regular updates about how much everyone loves him, so that's also great.
But today, this is how he is:
That, my bloggy friends is a nail. In his nose.
But you will notice that he did not traditionally poke himself on a stray nail.
No, no. Far more impressive than that - he somehow dug the head of a nail into his face then pulled the nail out of wherever it was happily living being a nail theoretically nailing someone together.
A nail. Somehow sticking out of his face instead of in.
Points for creativity my dear man.
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