I get there and the horses are waiting to go in to eat grain. Josie comes up and she looks fine. I remember seeing a bit of hay in her right ear. I gave her a treat and she went in to eat her grub. A little later she comes out stops to get a treat and this is what I see:
My comment on FB was something to the effect that she must have tired of being called cute and wanted to toughen up her image.
Maybe it was all my comments about Josie's game face.
I now have been calling her Scarface, Scar, Notch and Evander. Does she like art - Van Gogh is her idle?
It just amazes me that J had watched her walk and out and she didn't do anything that she saw. Josie had about 10 or 15 feet to get to me and she looked like hell. I checked her stall and the only thing I see that could have done it was a space in the wire she would have really have had to maneuver to get her ear there and there is no sign - hair, blood, etc. Can I get a CSI crew to figure it out?
So now we wait. She won't let me touch it. It looks really gross and she has a hunk sitting on her ear that I want to pull off.
Poor Mare.
Today isn't a good day . . .
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