New Western Lesson Coach? Or Vet?

[~Clair~]

I would like to try out for the Western Coach and the Vet.

[`Marilyn`]

Ok! You can try out for both, but if we get more members I would like you to decide on one or the other. Just so they can have a job!

For the Western Coach, please make a post on how you would go about rping a lesson. I have to warn you, not many peeps here are doing western. But the next horse I make in a lot I'll have it be western. You may use a non-registered character, and make him/her any level.

For the Vet, let's say I call you 1 a.m. with a horse that has just developed serious colic. I don't expect you to treat this perfectly, because I know I'm not a vet.

-Marilyn

[~Clair~]

Ok!

A lesson

My boots scuffed the sand as I entered the arena. A girl and her horse where infront of my. I walk up. Alright. Let's get mounted. The girl smiles to me and mounts. Ok then. We are going to work on a walk and jog for now. She nods. I stand in the middle. Right Rein! I yell. They move around on the rail. I turn with them. I study the horse's movements and conformation. They where nice. The horse moved calmly on the rail. Circle him in the corners! I call. They obey. The horse circles easily in the corners. Move him into a jog! I call out across the arena. The horse drops his head and moves into a jog. He's done this before! I yell. She nods. Take him over the poles! I command. The horse is turned to the inside and taken to the poles. He shies at them. The girl tenses. Just relax! Try them at a walk. She nods and relaxes a bit. The horse drops to a walk when asked. The girl gives him a tiny kick with her heels, urging him over. He rears. The girl's eyes widen. She slips and falls. I pick up a jog and rush over. Slowly, I kneel beside her. Are you ok? I ask calmly. She nods, wiping her tears. I stand and stretch my arm out. She takes my hand and I pull her up. Go sit on the fence for a few minutes. I'll take care of the horse. She nods and walks to the fence. I catch the horse who is galloping around the arena. You'll go over them now Buster! I tell him, although calm. I put my foot in the sturrip and swing my leg up over his broad back. He prances and tries to walk out on me. I tighten the reins and he stands. I walk him out, making him circle tight in the corners. Trying to take advantage of his new rider he tosses his head when I jog him. I pull his head down and rock him into a backward motion. He sticks his nose out. I make him keep backing until he brings his nose in and puts his head down. I ask him to jog and he tries the same thing. We repeat. Finally he gets the message. I jog him around, making him circle in the corners. I bring him to a walk and face him at the poles. I thought he was scared of them but I can feel in his body he is just playing games. He shies from the poles and tries to bolt. I tighten my grip on the reins. He slides to a stop, surprised. I make him circle for a few minutes. Dizzy yet? I mutter. I let him stop. He stands, confused at the diciplen. I ask him to go over the poles again, feeling the tension on the reins this time he rears. I lean forward and bring his head around. He lands with a thud, confused again. I turn him to the poles. He sighs and prances over them. I pull his head in and make him walk. He lifts his feet and walks over them. The girl watches in amazment from the fence. I push him into a trot at the end and reverse him. He jogs over them. I stop him and dismount. Ok, your turn! I call. The girls shakes her head, her eyes wide. Come on. You have to get back on. I lead the horse over to her. She tenses. Get on. I tell her firmly. I wouldn't get mad but I would make her get back on. Reluctently she walks over. I boost her up. She sits nervously. Relax. He can feel your tension. She takes a deep breath and relaxes. Jog him around the arena then over the poles. She nods and shakes with fear. It'll be OK, I'm right here. I squeeze her knee and step back. The two jog easily around the arena. The horse was being as good as gold after his punishment. I watch as they near the poles. JUST RELAX! I yell before the girl has a chance to tense up. She nods slightly and sits easily, as if nothing ever happened. The horse trots easily over the poles. OK! That's enough for today. She brings the horse into the middle of the arena and dismounts. Good job. I smile.

((Finished.))

[~Clair~]

The Emergancy

I skipped my usual stretch as I hopping into my clothing. The dogs barked but I ignored them. I checked my watch as I ran out the door. 1:10am. That ment it had only taken me 5 minutes to get ready. It was a new record! I didn't care at the moment. I was into my truck and down the road before I could even think straight. All that was on my mind was the arabian mare, Faith. My truck sped quickley down the road. It wasn't far to the Rocking W Ranch. The information I was given from a panicked woman ran in my head. She got loose last night and ate 5 more portions of feed than was hers. This repeated in my head several times before I pulled up the drive to the ranch. I hopped out. My bag in my hand. It was now 20 minutes past 1 am. The gravel crunched under my black sneakers as I ran into the barn. The distressed woman stood with Faith. I've been walking her. She said breathlessly. I nodded and went to work. Have you checked her vital signs? My first question came without a Hello. I didn't blush or apoligize. I wasn't even sorry. No The answer came. I nod and pull a thermometer out of my bag. Faith was too weak to fight. I slip the thermometer into her rectum. She gave an uncomfortable snort. It gives a low, short beep. I gently pull it out of Faith. It read 104.3 degrees F. A little high. Nothing I was going to flip out at. I pull a stethescope from my bag and put it around my neck. I slip the pieces into my ears and step towards Faith. She stands. A pained look in her eyes. I feel bad for her. I put the stethescope against her chest. I count the beats. 52. Probably from stress and fear. Pain might be a factor too. I announce. It was nothing to kill her but it was 12 over what it should be. I check her breathing next. I listen to her breathing for a minute. Pulling back as my watch strikes the same number a second time. 27 I announce. It was 11 over normal but she was worked up right now. I pull her lip up. She doesn't fight. Her gums are a little reddish. I listen to her stomach next. No noise. From what you told me I think it is Impation Colic. I pull a tube from my bag and a bottle of discusting looking medicine. Hold her tight. I instruct. Faith does little fighting as the tube is put down her throat. I dump the medication down her throat. I let it all run through then slowly pull the tube back. I pat Faith's neck. Good Girl. I turn to her owner. She'll need to be walked for the next while. If you can't hear anything in her stomach in the next hour call me, she'll need surgery. I tell her. I show the devastated woman where to put her ear to listen to Faith's stomach, pack up my bags and leave.

It was exactally an hour when my cell phone rang. Please don't be from Rocking W! I thought. The call display showed it was. I had been hanging out at the clinic now that I was up. A few of the dogs had gotten brushed. All of them fed. I had disinfected everything in the operating room twice, just incase. Now, the dreaded words where about to come. I could feel it. Hello... I said slowly. Hi, Faith isn't better... she's worse. She got down on me and I can't get her back up. Those words had to ring in my head twice before I believed them. Ok, I'll be right there. I slammed the door closed on the sheltie's cage. My feet seemed to run before my brain told them too and before I knew it I was half way to the ranch, the empty trailer behind me. I jogged up the drive. The woman was there to "greet" me. She got away from me and rolled. I nod solemly. Faith looked at me as I entered her stall. Her eyes showed pure pain now. I work on getting her up.

It had taken half an hour to get Faith up, which wasn't good. It had taken 15 minutes to coax her outside and get her on the trailer and it had taken another hour to get the mare to the clinic. She had insisted on rolling 4 times and each time it was work to stop her. After 8 stops, 4 from rolls, 2 from painful neighs and 2 as a precaution. She was laying before me now, on the operating table. 6 assistants had been called in. We all stood around her, waiting for the gas to take her out completly. It finally finished it's job. Faith's owner stood outside the glass room, fighting tears. I pulled out my scapel and drug it down Faith's stomach. Most of her body was covered in a blue tarp. I pull my little knife through the layers of material in her stomach. The gut was twisted, some of the intestine was dead. I clipped the dead parts off. I left as much as I could. I untwisted her gut and removed a mass of feed. I pulled all the tissues together and stitch her slin back. I coat it with a medicated cream to stop infection and wait for her to awaken.

It was two days later when I saw Faith her old self. She was still at the clinic and uncomfortable from her surgery but she gave a bubbly neigh when I entered her stall. The spark was back in her eye. With a good pat I leave her to her breakfast, knowing she will be OK.

[`Marilyn`]

Wow! Very nice, you are now Western Lesson Coach and the Vet. I'm going to put that under your name in your profile, ok? Good job with that!

[~Clair~]

Yay! Ok Thanks. I posted that all in 35min.

[`Marilyn`]

Wow! lol. I'll bring my animals in for a check-up.

[~Clair~]

Ok! I type really fast. This is taking about 10 seconds.

[`Marilyn`]

Lol!