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?
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.
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).
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!



