THE WOMAN wasn’t a client of mine, so I wondered why
she was calling me about her lame horse. I knew her regular
vet, a man who did not like to share his clients with the
competition, and having been on the receiving end of some
of his phone calls, I was reluctant to get involved.
“Have you spoken with your
vet?” I asked.
“He can’t see Klaus until next
week,” she said impatiently.
“When can you come?”
I sighed. I’d had a cancellation
right before she called, and was
looking forward to having some
down time to get caught up
on paperwork. But it’s almost
certain that an unexpected
opening in a veterinarian’s
schedule will quickly be filled. I
agreed to come by.
The parking lot was busy with
cars, women, and badly behaved
horses. When I was at last able
to park in front of the barn, the
woman was waiting with Klaus,
a monstrous Hanoverian gelding
who was pointing his right front
foot. I walked up to the pair, and
the woman immediately waved
at me to slow down.
“You need to approach him on
his left side only. He’s extremely
sensitive.” I wasn’t sure how that
was going to work, given that the
sore leg was on the right.
Suddenly my phone rang. The
big horse tensed, eliciting another
wave of orders from the owner,
and I backed up a few paces and
answered the call as a gaggle of
boarders walked past me. As
they approached Klaus, they
performed a perfect half-halt in
VET ADVENTURES » BY COURTNEY S. DIEHL, DVM
A vet’s patience is tested by
both people and hoof problems.