Thursday, March 24 2011 by
From diapers til 12, my dream was to be a jockey. I grew up in Nova Scotia, where the only horses around were the Standardbreds that were too slow to make it on the local bush league tracks. We lived too far from town to do much after school, but get off the bus and run to the pond to see if the ice was skateable . My only respite from the depression of what seemed like the last outpost of equine civilization, was the monthly anticipation of that which sustained my dreams: the arrival of The Bloodhorse magazine. I guarantee I was the only subscriber in the province of Nova Scotia, even though I could barely see over the counter at the $2 windows
Monday, March 21 2011 by
From the title, you might think this is a tabloid article about who’s sitting at whose table at the latest charity event. I’m actually talking microchips… in horses. Straight from the horses mouth! Unless they’re crazy famous, most horses in the sports world get handed around like foster kids, with occasional name changes along the way
Monday, March 14 2011 by
They tell you in vet school, “For everything you miss for not knowing, you miss ten things for not looking”. It is by that axiom that I have strived to practice, and if there is a good side to my reputation, hopefully it is that I am thorough. hint hint... Just before coming south this winter, while still in the frozen tundra, I was asked to look at a 5 year old Fresian gelding. He had been starting to learn a little dressage, but having a hard time on his left lead. Ok, truth be told, it was nearly impossible to get him to canter on the left lead at all; even in the field he would only canter on his right lead. A couple of other vets had examined/ treated him, but he was unchanged.
Monday, March 07 2011 by
When I graduated vet school, a blog was something you’d mop up off the floor, if you asked most Americans. But having recently gotten on facebook, and after finally getting a phone with a camera (!), I decided to plunge into this multimedia thing full force