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Post by harley on Jul 14, 2009 22:07:34 GMT -5
Ben nodded, calculation all the fees."It'll be one-hundred five dollars for not calling ahead of time, standard Emergency fee, two-hundred dollars for board fee, fifty dollars for the bute, and then another fifty for the additional treatments while at my barn, so the total will be four-hundred and five dollars in all." He checked his math one last time, nodding."Yeah, that's right. Now my farm's name is Fallen Star Farms. What you'll want to do to get there from town is take the highway all the way down until you get to Greuter Street, then follow that until he see the farm's sign. You can't miss it, huge dark blue sign on the right side."
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Post by booster on Jul 14, 2009 22:12:23 GMT -5
Max listened to him. He nodded after hearing the directions to the farm. Taking out his check book. He took out his pen and wrote the amount needed on it. He ripped it from the check book. He held it out. That sounds easy to find. I should be able to find it he said. He looked to his open trailer and looked to Black Hawk. The black friesian gelding wanted to head home now.
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Post by harley on Jul 14, 2009 23:41:26 GMT -5
Ben nodded, waving a goodbye to Max (he learned the name from the check) as he went into the large supply room to get a bag of ice out of the freezer, along with a blue Ice Boot, made for a hind lower leg. He walked back into the breezeway of the barn and opened the sliding door to the stud's stall. Stepping inside with a roll of neon green vetwrap, Ben placed the boot around the hores's right hind fetlock, then pouring ice down it slowly, allowing the horse to get used to the extreme temperature change. He then wrapped the boot in the neon vetwrap, which would help to keep it in one place as the horse was free to move about the box stall. Checking the automatic waterer, he decided to also fill up one of his twenty-two gallon buckets used mostly for feed and watering the livestock in the barn. He picked the nearest one, a navy blue one, and put it in the back corner under the exsiting waterer. It took a good five minutes to fill it completely, and he took a sharpie and marked the water line, as well as reset the automatic waterer's liter counter. He put a flake or two of grass hay down in yet another twenty-two gallon bucket for the stud to chew on until he was done with his shift, which then h would run home and get his trailer, and then haul the stud to his new temperary stall.
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Post by booster on Jul 14, 2009 23:55:33 GMT -5
Platinum Trigger snorted and refused to eat any of the hay or grass. He wasn't in the mood. But, he moved to the water and drank from it. He felt so bad for letting Black Hawk hurt him. He raised his leg again. He really didn't want to put any weight on it. He snorted and left the water. Walking around the box stall he swished his tail once or twice.
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Post by harley on Jul 15, 2009 0:07:43 GMT -5
Ben had come back later in the day to see the hay and water untouched. He shurgged and grabbed the stud's halter, opening the stall door and walking inside, quickly putting on the halter and leading him outside where the truck and trailer were waiting. He had his double-wide, double-tall two-horse trailer, which was being hauled by his red Dodge Ram, which he loved dearly. He tied the stud up to the side of the trailer while he took off the iceboot for the trip and put on shipping boots. This whole injury probally could've been avoided if both of the horses were wearing shipping boots, and they wouldn't be in this situation now.
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Post by booster on Jul 15, 2009 7:57:44 GMT -5
Platinum Trigger snorted. He lowered his head. He wasn't liking the fact of being away from his owner now. He grunted and rasied his hind right leg off the ground. He wanted no weight on it. Looking to Ben he snorted. He set his leg back down. He knew for a fact that his owner didn't have the time at the moment to even buy new things for both horses. He snorted and started to relax.
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