Like the last couple of weeks the chicks have avoided me like the plague, even though I'm a gelding (don't read anything into that). Anyway, my owner stops by earlier in the week and almost falls over 'cus I stink sooo bad. Well, Einstein (my owner) figures out that it's my breath that's so bad. I kinda knew there was somthin' afoot, with my mouth, 'cus I was smellin' somethin funky too, but I thought it was one of the other horses who's had some....well let's just say....gas...you know what I'm talkin'.So today, the Vet shows up and starts playin' with my mouth and makin' all kinds o' nasty remarks 'bout my breath. Course I wouldn't let the doc look in my mouth, so, guess what? Yup, I got a shot of the good stuff and next thing I know I'm in the grit pit by myself wonderin' wha happened. Love that stuff....Another reason not to cooperate...
But I noticed that there was somethin' missin'.....yeah, my bad breath. Who'd a thunk it? So like my tongue keeps rubbin' the holes in my gums where some teeth used to be and it's difficult to eat and my mouth has this really funny taste...like I been eatin' mints or somethin'.
When my owner shows up, we're gonna' have to talk 'bout who called the Vet 'cus I should'a knowed this was gonna happen.
Waitin' for the chicks to come back...
Turbo.......
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