They think I've come outside to remove their muzzles and masks. Wrong.
I've really come out to check on Hank, because that is what one does 87 times a day
when one has a horse recovering from a snakebite.
My own version of PTSD (post traumatic snakebite disorder)
has me convinced that every time I go outside I will find Hank with a great big swollen face
and a new bite. I really need to get over it.
While there was no new bite this time, there was definitely something else going on,
and thank goodness I had seen it before or surely I would have gone into panic mode
and called the vet.
Me: Come on, Hank. Open up and show the folks at home what I'm talking about.
Purple tongue disease, a harmless condition caused by eating tumbleweeds
before they dry up and tumble.
The purple stuff in the stems is what stains Hank's tongue and teeth.
Either that, or he's got a stash of red wine somewhere that he's not sharing.