So, I’ve been thinking a lot about recent events and it reminded me that I have a story to tell. I mentioned it briefly on the blog before but didn’t pay too much mind to it because in the end it was no big deal.
Once upon a time, Dandy bit his tongue. The equine dentist was out to do his teeth and, because Dandy would just not settle down and is not a cheap date, he had been given an extra dose of sedative. In the chaos and the numbness, he bit his tongue. And it bled. A lot. There was no major injury and he healed fine but this was right before Dandy shipped off to California the first time around so I didn’t get to be around for the healing process. JLE told me several times how sore his mouth was and how she had to give him hay cube mush to get him eating again. Even though the whole point was for her to ride and train him in a show environment, she didn’t because his mouth was sore. Dandy’s tongue healing had to (rightly) come first.
Anyway, that’s my story. I’ll let you draw your own conclusions.