Worrying about my animals is one of my specialties, and when Hank is involved,
I can raise worrying to an art form. For the past few months, my worry level over Hank
has been a consistent 3 on a 10-point scale. Had it ever reached 4, I would have called the vet.
I imagine that call would have gone something like this:
Me: Hi, Doc, I'm worried about Hank.
Doc: What seems to be the problem?
Me: His nose is getting pointy.
Doc: (long pause) Pointy?
Doc: Maybe we have a bad connection. Did you say pointy?
Thankfully, before I embarassed myself and made the call, our farrier showed up
and looked at Hank's pointy nose. He has seen enough snakebit horse noses in his career
to recognize that what is happening to Hank's muzzle is common amongst the bitten.
It's not that Hank's nose is growing pointier, it's that the side that was snakebit
has contracted and looks smaller.
Oh. Well, that's a relief!
Here is how Hank's nose looked before the snakebite,
all nicely squared off at the bottom and pointless.
Hank: Do you think anyone will notice? Maybe we can save up for a nose job.
Me: You're handsome enough just the way you are.