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The Story of Horace the Horse

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Written by Doc Wright
Tuesday, 04 July 2006
{From my youth, so long ago ...} When I was a very young boy, my Grandpa bought the property on Sintz road and it had a barn on it. Grandpa, had been a sailor and was prone to be gone up to as much as 3 weeks at a time, down to the ocean for small trips. When he came back from his ocean trips, the grass in his new lot would be head high. So, Grandpa bought a horse to keep the grass down. The old horse was named Horace. Grandpa put Horace in the lot and went down to the sea. When he returned Ole Horace was laying by the barn, his stomach was twice it’s normal size. My Grandpa did not know much about horses, but he did know Ole Horace was in bad trouble. Now, our small town did not have a veterinarian, but it did have a MD, Dr. Heaston, who had some animal experience. At one time he had given cholera shots to pigs and goats, at the request of the local college. So, my Grandpa walked up the street to see Dr. Heaston, who was always in the bar this time of day. They had a few drinks and talked about local news, then Horace the Horse. Dr. Heaston said that he would meet my Grandpa in about an hour. Dr. Heaston left for home to get the medicine....... Grandpa stayed at the bar. It was another, “dark and stormy night”, and my Dad, who had been watching Horace thought Grandpa would never come back. Ole Horace was getting bigger by the minute. Finally both Dr. Heaston, and Grandpa showed up. It was dark so Daddy had lit a kerosene lantern. Dr. Heaston and Grandpa had a few more drinks and discussed Horace. Too much green hay. The hay had fermented and Horace was constipated. They had to get the medicine into Horace to break the vacuum. The only way was through the rectum. Dr. Blunt had brought the medicine and put it on the shelf. He asked Grandpa if he had a funnel, Grandpa said, “no, but I have a boat horn.” They get the horn ready. Dr. Blunt asked Daddy for the medicine and Dr. Blunt poured into the boat horn. Within seconds the horn is sucked into Horace. His eyes start to roll and his head and legs jerk. Dr. Heaston takes a closer look at the medicine bottle. He said, “this is kerosene.”! Daddy had given Dr. Heaston the wrong bottle. Later my Dad had said,” you know it was dark and both medicine and kerosene were in old whiskey bottles”. By now Horace is going crazy. The gas in Horace’s stomach starts going through the horn. Horace is now on his feet and running. The barn door is open and Horace is gone into the night, the horn blasting. My Dad used to say,” you could hear the boat horn all night long, both long and short blast. Every drawbridge within 20 miles was going up and down all night”! Horace made it back home in a couple of days. He was fine, but very, very tired. RR
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