Adopter Shanty
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Den smukke Shanty kom ind i vores liv som en helt pludselig nødsituation og overraskelse. Vi var ved at sprænge i stykker af heste – nogle boede i vores hjem, der var ikke nok sponsorer og midler til rådighed, byggearbejdet var stadig i gang, og vi havde slet ikke tid til at redde flere heste. Men så blev vi kontaktet af en person, der kendte os, vidste, hvad vi laver, og hvordan vi rider vores heste (uden bid) – og sagde, at vi bare måtte tage ham! Nu! Grunden var, at denne stakkels hest blev solgt som ridehest, fordi han ikke længere var værdifuld for sin ejer, da han er en smuk hest og tilsyneladende også en rigtig god ridehest. Derfor blev han solgt videre til en hårdhændet uddriver. Problemet var, at Shanty var droppet – i stor mængde – for at skjule hans smerte efter en bristet sene, skade på ansigtsnerven og knuste ribben. Vi kender igen ikke historien; alt, hvad vi ved, er det, vi fik fortalt – han havde taget sig selv i læben på sit hegn (en metalmadrasbund), rev den af, og det var en ny skade, men ingen problem. Han blev ridet med et tungt bid, hvilket forværrede skaden og fik hans mund til at blive fyldt med blod. Det var derfor, de ville have os til at købe ham – de vidste nemlig, at selv hvis vi skulle ride ham, ville han ikke have dette problem. Så vi lancerede en akut appel på Facebook for at samle penge nok til at matche det andet tilbud og tage ham med straks. Inden for få dage fandt vi hurtigt ud af, at han ikke engang kunne gå 1 meter uden en meget stærk smertestillende medicin. Det tog 6 måneder med tests, dyrlægebesøg, røntgen, steroider, bandager og masser af kærlighed at bringe Shanty tilbage til at kunne gå uden medicin. Han bliver bedre og bedre hver dag og lærer at elske sit liv og få venner. En anden historie om Shanty på et personligt plan: Da jeg (Emma) var lille pige, havde jeg ikke mange venner – kun dyrevenner. Men jeg måtte ikke have en hest, så jeg havde en imaginær ven, der hed Shanty (så det var selvfølgelig navnet på vores navnløse redningshest). Han var stor, trefarvet med en brun bagdel og en sort hale. I det øjeblik jeg mødte den rigtige Shanty, følte jeg, at jeg kendte ham, og der var endnu en grund til, at vi måtte redde ham, selvom vi på det tidspunkt havde sagt nej tak til flere heste.
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The beautiful Shanty came into our lives as a very sudden emergency and surprise. We were bursting at the seems with horses, some living in our menage, not enough sponsors and funds coming in, building work still going on and not the time to rescue more horses. However we were called by someone who knows us, what we do and how we ride our horses (bitless) and said we have to take him! Now! The reason was this poor horse was being sold as a riding horse as he was no longer valuable to his owner, because he is a beautiful horse and apparently a very good riding horse. So he was being sold on as a rider to a harsh handler. The problem was that Shanty was drugged – a lot – to hide his pain of a blown tendon, facial nerve damage and broken ribs. We again don't know the history, all we know is what we were told – he caught his lip on his fence (a metal mattress base), pulled it off and it was recent injury but no problem. He was being ridden in a heavy bit, aggravating the injury and causing his mouth to fill with blood. This is why they wanted us to buy him, as they knew that even if we were to ride, he would not have this problem. So we did an urgent appeal on Facebook to raise enough money to match the other offer and take him there and then. Within days we soon found out he couldn't even walk 1 metre without a very high painkiller. It took 6 months of tests, vet visits, x rays, steroids, bandages and love to bring Shanty back to being able to walk drug free. He is better and better each day and learning to love his life and make friends. Another story about Shanty on a personal note, when I (Emma) was a young girl, I didn't have a lot of friends, only animal friends. But I was not allowed a horse, so I had an imaginary friend, Called Shanty (so it was the obvious name for our nameless rescue). He was big, tri coloured with a brown bum and a black tail. The moment I met the real Shanty I felt I knew him and there was another reason we had to rescue him even when we said no more horses at that moment.
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