Every. Single. Day.

My life this past two weeks has revolved around three things: 4:45 a.m. wake up calls, 106℉ afternoons, and duct tape. Lots of duct tape.

I wake up before dawn, grab a quick breakfast, and race across town to work. I put in my non-stop day, and then I race to the barn with the AC cranked on high. Izzy is always happy to see me even if the feeling is not mutual. Every afternoon his bandage is hanging askew with bits spread across his quarter acre lot.

What was left after I cut it off.

The wound is healing though, and it's down to about a third of its original size. I forgot to take a new picture when I bandaged it yesterday afternoon. No matter how well I wrap it though, he picks off the duct tape bit by pit. Most of the time there is always at least part of the bandage covering his heel, but if he would only leave it be, things would heal much more quickly. Today is day 25.

Yesterday's bandage

He chewed off the bottom of the first bell boot, so I found a style which has a super thick bottom half. So far it has been too stiff for him to flip up and chew. I am also spraying the boot daily with Rap Last, but it hasn't seemed to deter the chewing. After touching the bottle the other day,I accidentally touched my face near my eye. It felt like someone had pepper sprayed me, so I know the stuff works. It just doesn't seem to work on big brown horses.

After a solid week of weather well over a hundred degrees, the temperature is supposed to drop down into the low 90s for all of next week. Maybe then I can finally get a ride in after work. And even better would be if this wound could close up enough so that bandaging and sweating aren't all I do. 

Come on fall, hurry up!