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Horsemanship and veterinary care lessons learned at Grandpa’s knee.

By Bob Moats DVM

My Grandpa came to Saskatchewan from Gus Iowa in 1902. He had grown up on a hog farm. He moved to my hometown of Riceton in 1908. He was not a horseman in the sense that we think of it today. The tractor of his farming career was Percheron horses and mules. When I left home I had never seen a horses foot trimmed with its foot off the ground. Grandpa used bull trimmers which were a giant long handled pair of cutting pliers with bevelled head. These were used by trimming off excess usually flared hoof with the foot on the ground.

I often say that by the age of 10 I had learned the wrong way to do everything. This is by and large true, but there were many lessons to be learned just the same. In the 1950’s My Grandfather religiously put waste oil on every cut that occurred. In my very early memory, probably 1953-54, I remember one of our draft horses with a “frozen turkey” cut. That is a horizontal deep cut across the chest, 1-3 feet in length. These were called frozen turkey
cut because they looked so big that you could throw a frozen turkey in the hole and lose the turkey.

Billy Mitten, the trainer who had taken “Duke” the stallion to the Toronto royal fair and won many awards, said to put waste oil the cut. Billy “knew everything” so Grandpa did. Grandpa was diligent and the cut over time healed beautifully. In Grandpa’s mind this validated the use of waste oil on all cuts.

What Grandpa didn’t know, and many people today don’t know is that “frozen turkey” cuts will heal beautifully in spite of us rather than because of our treatment efforts no matter what they are. Cuts in this location and on the arms and gaskins are best allowed to heal unmolested and do beautifully.

As an aside you may recall advertisements in horse magazines extolling the virtues of wound remedies and showing a series of pictures to “prove” it. What these ads missed is that left alone wounds in these locations do just as well. The important veterinary issue when a horse is cut is to be sure the tetanus vaccination is current. There are of course many body locations that require very specific and diligent treatment.

One very prominent old-timer in the Fraser valley says quite correctly that frozen turkey cuts should be treated by turning out in the pasture the farthest from the house so no one will see it and it will heal with little or no mark.

The story above shows that even before “DR Google” misinformation and blatant falsehoodsvwere part of the world of veterinary medicine, but there were and are still lessons to be learned from it.

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The Veterinarian – Farrier Relationship

By Antonio Cruz DVM, MVM, MSc, DrMedVet

We welcome the opportunity to participate in this forum as we embark into strengthening the relationships between farriers and veterinarians. Different to North America, most veterinary schools in Europe enjoy a podiatry Department, staffed with competent farriers who teach veterinary students the principles of the art of horse shoeing. Education of the history of veterinary medicine is important as it helps us understand where we come from and how we got here. Veterinarians and farriers have common origins and have shared a common path longer than not.

Veterinary medicine from its origins was intimately linked to foot care. In ancient Greece, the practice of medicine had its roots in mythology and wizardry (which by the way we still experience today!) and veterinary and human medicine were often performed by the same individuals. Every God needed a doctor to cure its wounds and ailments. The legendary centaur (half horse, half man) Chiron, initiated comparative medicine and had famous and accomplished disciples. Chiron gives origin to the words ?chirurgie? and ?surgery?. Apollo was the God of health and disease and his son Aesculap (Paton and Martin logo?s meaning) was educated by Chiron and became one of the most famous surgeons and doctors.

Later on Aristotle, described laminitis, tetanus, colic and many other ailments. But it was not until the Romans, that the word ?veterinarium? was used to describe those who took care of the working animals, feet included! For a long time in the Roman Empire, veterinarians had social ?immunity? due to their importance and their main role was to serve the army and agriculture.

During this time, the care of horse?s feet was considered an important task as they identified the importance of horses in transportation and war. While in ancient Greece, veterinary medicine was rather linked to human medicine, during the Roman Empire, the veterinarian was rather associated with agriculture. As civilizations progressed, the role of the horse not only as a transport animal but importantly as an instrument of war, raised its status, and so did the status of veterinarians. During the Bizantine empire, veterinary medicine experienced great progress, but it was really during the Arab empire in the Iberian (today Spain and Portugal) peninsula, that veterinary medicine underwent its greatest advances. This was arguably due to the reverence that Arab culture had for the horse (and still does!). During this time, veterinarians and farriers continued to blend in. Foot care was a fundamental task of ?alb?itares?, Spanish word derived of Arabic used to designate veterinarians.

There are very important veterinary textbooks that derive from this time, and it was Ibn Jakoub in 695 a.c. that wrote the main book on equitation and farriery. Another writer, Abon Zakaria, wrote the first lameness treaty. The advances of veterinary medicine, including the art of farriery, were disseminated through Spain and Europe, until the arab empire abandoned the European continent. For a while veterinary medicine in Spain was the most advanced of all due to the arab influence which quickly spread north of the Pyrenees. Spanish equine ?alb?itares? (veterinarians) travelled to the Americas and brought their knowledge through the writings of Juan Su?rez de Peralta in 1580. The first Veterinary School in the Americas was founded in Mexico in 1853 and the rest?is history.

Partly because of this history, and throughout my veterinary education in Spain and my dad?s (also a veterinarian) teachings I have come to greatly respect the work that farriers do as an integral part of what I do as a veterinarian and surgery specialist. As an example, I can recall while I was in Glasgow, finishing my degree and doing an internship at the University?s Equine Hospital, I was exposed to the wonderful work of the Ferrie brothers, world renowned farriers and several-time world champions. Alan and Jim would come every Tuesday to our equine
hospital to shoe horses in need of some regular or therapeutic shoes. As an intern I had the job of bringing horses to them, hold them, jog them or whatever was needed, but most importantly I had the job of listening and learning from them and from my mentor, Dr. Graham Munroe. One cannot remember all the details of every single case and a few anecdotes remain. But what has stayed with me throughout the years is the superb team that veterinarians and farriers can form by staying humble, open to ideas and collaboration and sharing experiences with each other. The main winner is none other than the horse, which at the end of the day is what really matters. This is why I welcome very much the opportunity to contribute to the effort of the WCFA to build bridges between veterinarians and farriers in BC. I do not know much, but what I know I hope it is of use.

Antonio Cruz DVM, MVM, MSc, DrMedVet
Diplomate American College of Veterinary Surgeons
Diplomate European College of Veterinary Surgeons
Paton and Martin Veterinary Services
25930 40th Ave, Aldergrove British Columbia

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Tales of a Country Vet

Karla was a little girl who loved horses. She was twelve years old, had darkish blond hair, cut moderately short and had a face full of freckles. When I say she loved horses, that?s not quite accurate. She adored them and thought of nothing but horses from the moment she woke up until her final sense of consciousness flickered before falling asleep. Unfortunately, her family lived in town and had fallen on rough times. There was no chance she would ever have a horse of her own. So, she did the next best thing. She volunteered to work at a local stable. Karla was at the barn after school and on weekends, mucking out the stables, grooming who ever needed grooming and feeding and watering her charges. Lost in the sounds and smells of a horse barn on summer evening she was always dreaming of the day she would have her own horse. Her particular favourite in the barn was Rebecca, a 7 year old Arab mare. She had a mind of her own, but was a beautiful rich bay. A very impressive mare to anyone who saw her. Karla would spend extra time grooming her and would often save an extra carrot or a piece of apple for her. Rebecca responded with an inordinate degree of affection any time Karla was in the barn.
Everybody acknowledged the bond which had developed between these two. Rebecca?s owners were kind people who didn?t fail to see the love that had grown between Karla and Rebecca. However, unforeseen circumstances developed that would require them to sell Rebecca. They had anticipated the emotional devastation this would cause, both to Karla and Rebecca and dreaded having to break the news. They spoke with Karla?s mother, Sandra, to see what kind of impact this might have. When told, Sandra?s faced dropped. Eventually, she composed herself and said that they must do what ever they had to. But in a low, quivering voice she told them that Karla really had nothing else in her life. All she ever talked about at home was Rebecca. So the owners thought about it long and hard and decided to forego the sale of Rebecca, and instead, presented her to Karla as a birthday present.

The ecstasy of the moment when Karla was told Rebecca was hers was indescribable. Furthermore, once Karla owned Rebecca, her fixation on the mare grew exponentially. Karla was at the barn every waking moment. Grooming and feeding, riding and hugging. Her whole world was walking around on four feet. And she loved every minute of it.

The love affair was in full bloom, with Karla making plans for her and Rebecca for this summer, and next summer, and the summer after that, when she noticed a small area of hair loss on the horse. She wanted to call in a vet. Her uncle, a kind and well-meaning, quiet-spoken man, who also owned some horses, told her that she should consider calling in someone else. He called himself a ?Para-Vet? and he was cheaper than a real vet. Since they didn?t have any extra money to spend, they called this fellow. It turns out that he was actually a self-taught Farrier who?d always fancied himself a wizard with animals. So, with these impeccable credentials and the
chance to save a couple of dollars, how could you lose?

The Para-Vet showed up and diagnosed that the horse had an allergic reaction to some fly -wipe. He gave her an injection of an anti-histamine. ?While I?m here, I might as well give her her ?Spring Shots?? he said. They thought that since he gave the first needle so well, he could surely give another. And he was certainly cheaper than any of those over-rated and over-priced Vets.

The next day, Rebecca was a little sore on the leg that had been given the anti-histamine injection. Karla?s mother phoned the Para-vet a couple of times. He was kind of hard to get in touch with. Once she finally located him he came out and looked at the horse. He thought that she might have a problem in the stifle. ?Don?t worry. It should get better on its own.? He offered confidently. However, it didn?t. Rebecca got progressively more and more lame as the day wore on. By evening, she couldn?t move. She was left outside in the hope that the problem would pass. It didn?t. By the next morning the leg was swollen and the mare was unable to stand on it.

Karla?s mother, who admittedly knew nothing about horses was now extremely concerned. The owner of the stables was also very worried and thought that the leg might be broken. When they were able to contact the Para-Vet, he told them they should probably leave it for another day. With Karla near hysterics, her mother decided to get a second opinion.

I was called on Thursday. Because Karla?s mother was so distraught, she relayed only a small part of the story. I was told that their Farrier had diagnosed a possible stifle problem but they thought it might be a broken leg. What should they do? I told them the best thing would be to have a vet look at it because there was a big difference between what you do for a broken leg versus a strained stifle, if in fact the problem was either of these two. I also said that there was no way this could be diagnosed over the phone and that it sounded pretty serious. They then said they had no money to pay a vet.

She was so upset that I lied and told her I would be passing near the farm and would have a look at the mare if she could meet me there. With profuse gratitude she agreed and I arrived on the farm about an hour and a half later. I had earlier been called out to stitch up a torn eyelid on another horse nearby which I obviously had to attend to first.

My first glance told me the mare was in serious trouble. The mare had been pivoting on her right hind and had dug a hole in the dirt about 8 inches deep and a foot across where her right hind foot had been standing. The left hind leg was fixed in a flexed position and was non-weightbearing. The leg was at least twice its normal size. My first thought was that she had broken the right hind leg, but as I looked around the paddock I couldn?t see anywhere she could have hurt herself. The paddocks were almost spotless. There was nothing to indicate how or where she
could have possibly acquired such an injury. I checked her temperature and her attitude, neither of which were consistent with a broken leg. I then ran my hand along her back and felt the unmistakable sound of crackling. This meant gas was being trapped under the skin. The crepitance extended from the middle of the neck, along the back and down the back of the hind leg. A Clostridial infection! I checked the leg just to be certain. There was no fracture but the entire leg was exquisitely painful.

In addition to the swelling in her leg, the bottom of her abdomen along to the base of her tail, including the vulva was edematous and swollen. This mare was definitely in very serious trouble. When I told this to the mother, I thought she was going to collapse. She burst into tears and was unable to control herself for about 5 minutes. Her thoughts were only of what this would do to Karla.

I then got the full story and the time line of what had happened. Her mother kept repeating that the Farrier had told her that he was fully able to diagnose and treat horses. Sandra realized too late she had made a terrible mistake in taking his word. I didn?t have the heart to mention to her that the vaccine (?Spring Shots?) he supposedly gave were the wrong ones for horses in the Fraser Valley.

Clostridium infections are extremely lethal bacterial infections. We immediately instituted therapy to combat the infection, in a last ditch effort to try to save the mare?s life. Blood samples were collected to try to confirm the diagnosis. This was 1:30 pm. With some of the painkillers now taking effect, we were able to move her into a sheltered stall. I told her to phone me if any further problems arose, otherwise to give me a call around eight o?clock. They phoned at eight to say that the mare had just gone down. I arrived at the barn to a hoard of friends, relatives, neighbours, all trying to give assistance and offering to help in any way they could. For the next three and a half hours we worked to get the mare up, or at least make her a little more comfortable. She gamely tried to stand. With every violent struggle to get her feet under her she would thrash against the walls and the floor. Each time this happened, Karla, and her friends would cry out in empathetic agony for the horse. Once, after a monumental struggle, she did finally was able to get to her feet. This was greeted with a triumphant round of cheers, but almost immediately she collapsed again. Several people risked their safety to work on that mare. There was no shortage of sweat nor tears. One of the crew knew the owner of a rental store in Abbotsford. They were able to persuade them to open the store at around eleven PM and obtained a block and tackle. The then sizable work party cut some holes in the floor of the barn?s hay storage area directly over the stall and set the block and tackle up to lift the mare. By this time, she was so worn out that she wouldn?t even try to stand. At this point, I had pretty well given up and was packing to leave. Back at my car I slowly and methodically replaced my
equipment. I knew, and dreaded, what I was going to have to tell Karla and the rest of the crowd, the mare would have to be put down. As I replaced the last of my kit in my truck, another round of cheers exploded form the distant depths of the barn. At the eleventh hour, just like in the movies, she finally stood on her own. And this time she didn?t fall. I waited to see if she would go down again, but she didn?t. She was very unstable but she stood on her own. So I explained what they needed to do over the next hour or so. I also said that it was great that she was standing, but her prognosis was still extremely poor, maybe 20 %. However, as I drove off, I sensed much more optimism than pessimism in those I?d left behind. As for me, I still had the knot of experience deep in the pit of my stomach warning that miracles rarely come true.

The next morning at seven the phone rang. It was the owner of the stable. Her voice trembled as she told me that Rebecca had died over night.

The rest of this story unfolded in small claims court. Somewhat surprisingly, Karla was eventually awarded the costs of treatment and the value of the horse. As expected, the ?Para-Vet? had no money to make good on the judgment. It was a Lose-Lose situation from beginning to end.

What we ended up with was a distraught mother and father who blamed themselves for this tragedy, a little girl whose whole world had collapsed, a beautiful mare that died a senseless and horribly agonizing death and a quack who was only about $50 richer. It can be awfully expensive to save a couple of dollars.

If this were just a single occurrence, it would be a rare tragedy. Sadly, stories like this are all too common. Unfortunately, owners are often too embarrassed to talk about them, and the guilty just keep plying their trade of misery, giving the Farrier community a black eye. As a consequence, it is important that every horse owner take responsibility to protect their animals and their investment in those animals. Ensure anyone working on your horse is covered by insurance

Skilled, reputable Farriers are so busy, they have neither the time nor the inclination to break the law, for that is what they are doing when they go beyond working with feet. Farriers are critical and highly-valued members of the horse-care team. Every equine veterinarian respects their abilities and relies on them to do their job. Unfortunately, where there is a dollar to be made, unscrupulous individuals are only too eager take advantage, regardless of the carnage they leave in their wake.

Dr. Bruce Burton DVM

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Canadian Horseshoeing Championship Results

Canadian Horseshoeing Championship Results

Date: 04-04-2019 ? to 06-04-2019


Open Division

Class 101

1st ? Matt Findler

2nd ? Iain Ritchie

3rd ? Chad Lausen

Class 102

1st ? Dan Corkery

2nd ? Chad Lausen

3rd ? Matt Findler

Class 103

1st ? Matt Findler

2nd ? Iain Ritchie

3rd ? Reto Eggenberger

Class 104

1st ? Colain Duret

2nd ? John Dixon

3rd ? Jack Ketel

Class 105

1st ? Iain Ritch

2nd ? Justin Fountain

3rd ? Matt Findler

Open High Point

Matt Findler

Intermediate Division

Class 201

1st ? Nick Baer

2nd ? Kenny Gimblet

3rd ? Liam Fenech

Class 202

1st ? Nick Baer

2nd ? Kenny Gimblet

3rd ? Jean-Francois Forino

Class 203

1st ? Nick Baer

2nd ? Liam Fenech

3rd ? Kenny Gimblet

Class 204

1st ? Kenny Gimblet

2nd ? Nick Baer

3rd ? Liam Fenech

Intermediate High Point

Nick Baer