Poor McTavish is settled down in his bed

Vision of kicking me dance through his head.

All bundled and coddled, eating his gruel

But how do you placate a pissed-off Mule?

Mr. McTavish

When we were in Denver at the western and English tack market, I purchased some medications for my poor McT. Carole worked hard on him while I was gone, but to no avail. There was no improvement in his condition.

So, despite the -30 degree temperature last night, I closed up the barn doors and let the 15 hot bodies in there warm up the place and bathed poor McT’s head again. I shampood and rinsed his head and neck, then applied two different medications. We shall see if either of them works.

Well-horse ointment. McT is thrilled.

 

On his left side I used Well-Horse, a blend of antibacterial resins harvested from certain trees of the Amazon Rain Forest (no trees were harmed in the harvesting process–so it says on the brochure).

 

Scrub, scrub, scrub...

 

On his right side I used this bar of Yellow Wonder Soap (I can’t find the label or information on at this moment. I have to search through all the stuff we have from the Denver market.)

I will keep you all posted!