Mingo's boo boo

My horses make me worry, so much. Last week, Mingo had a big sore on his face. It looked like he scraped it. It didn’t look too bad, so I didn’t worry about it. A few days later, he started itching at it so much, I figured it was a bug bite. Then, it got infected. It swelled up more, and blood and goo just kept draining and draining. We were washing his face at least 2 times a day. I was ready to call the vet.

This happened last year on his neck, and it healed up without a vet—but it sure was ugly.

The evening I decided to call the vet, I went out to check him first, and it was a little better. There was a little less swelling, and it was draining less—but still continually draining. I decided to wait one more day.

Well, I went out yesterday, and couldn’t believe the difference! It stopped draining, had a scab and the swelling was less by half. What a difference a day made. All that worrying and fretting for naught. I’m sure other people would have looked at it, shrugged and said it would be fine in a few days and not worried. I wish I could be more like that. But they are my babies!

Maybe his curse is over, now. This started before I did my good deed at my aunt’s. Maybe she decided to remove the pin from the head of the black horse voodoo doll.