Claudia called out the vet and he stuck a tube down my nose, and filled my tummy with oil and water, yuck! He stuck stuff in one end and the other! Well after a couple of scary painful days.... I pooped. The ladies around the barn told me I was such a good boy for pooping, I havent heard someone tell me I was a good boy for pooping since I was a small colt. But if thats what makes em happy, I'll oblige.But everyone is breathing a sigh of relief, one more day of banamine, and I should be feeling much better. Pooping is good!
