His current problem has been resolving nicely with the help of twice a day drops in his left eye. He's an old pro at it, a good patient, putting up with fingers poked in his eye for two years now.
The other old timer at the farm, Henry, decided to poke himself in the eye and cause me to return to Auburn twice in one week.
Unlike Axel who basks in the 24 hour attention when he spends a week at the vet school undergoing treatment, good old Henry did not.
He decided to go on a hunger strike. Back I went to the vet school. Which is probably a good thing because I have this wingnut at home who was having the grandest conniption fits because his buddy had been taken from him.
When Henry's pasture mate, Chance, died last year, Roscoe came to us to become Henry's new companion. Roscoe takes his job a little too seriously.
Henry has taken a few trips to the vet school now, each time Roscoe goes full Monty on the theatrics.
Usually a horse settles down and goes back to grazing, especially since I'd put Cody in there with him to keep him occupied. He didn't give a toss about Cody. He kept pining for his Henry.
Returning with an empty trailer was heart wrenching for him.
At last, the apple of Roscoe's eye is back!
Love and loyalty, something we have a lot of here at the farm. Peter helped raise Dax, he's his baby. Angus and Axel are ALWAYS together, inseparable. Micah can't stand his big brother Dax to be out of his sight. Deeper and truer than a lot of interpersonal relationships. Guaranteed.
