Now I don't know Thomas McGuane or his Oklahoma buddy, but I do know that horse, and she's mine! Callie is the horse, like some humans, to whom everything happens, and unlike most humans, she suffers without complaint.
When she came to us she had a hideous scar on her right front shoulder that looked to be the product of a vicious bite. Just a slight correction by another horse, perhaps. There's the straight-line scar on her left side that runs nearly the length of her belly. Might be from barbed wire fencing. Then there is the wire fence scar above her left hind hoof, a reminder not to roll too close to our pasture fence.
There have been several trips by our vet to check minor eye injuries, you know, a piece of hay or dust and her eyes close and water like the Trevi Fountain. And of course, her navicular and deep flexor tendon problems. All suffered in silence by my beautiful girl.
While we were on vacation, the young woman who takes care of them for us emailed and mentioned that Callie had welts or hives that seemed to come and go. We told her that Callie was no doubt suffering from mosquito bites and she, Irene, shouldn't worry about them. We told Irene to make sure she sprayed Callie with fly spray a couple of times a day.
But we weren't prepared for this: