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Once upon a time, long ago...my stallion whom I was very much in love with, and still am...came to me drooling and couldn't close his mouth.  I panicked, thinking he had somehow broken his jaw. Called the vet, who informed me over the phone not to get any saliva on me in case of rabies...now I'm really worried. I have it all over me...Vet arrived, examined him and found a stick wedged way back between his upper teeth!  Boy was I relieved. However, he couldn't get it out and I had to haul to a Lexington Equine clinic to have it removed. These vets were used to big fractious TBs so were quite impressed with my sweet little guy who stood stoically while 'the thing' was removed.
Wish I could clone the fellow, he is 29 this year...and still the sweetest horse on the place.

Jan