Vet Check-up

[FalconX]

Kenya

A rust blue pickup truck cruised along the road at a steady pace. The driver was humming along to the stereo, which was in fact, turned up quite loud. You could tell she wasn't going out somewhere to meet someone, she was going to work. Despite what other people said, she loved her work. Every single aspect of it, well perhaps not all aspects of it. A small sigh slipped from her lips but it couldn't be heard over the modern country music. Her bright chocolate hair was pulled into a ponytail, that flopped crazily around, because the truck desperately needed new shocks. She was wearing a dull blue shirt and some dark denim jeans, along with a new looking cowboy hat. She hadn't been in Nevada very long, but she already loved it here. It was far more exciting than any city she had ever lived in. As she collected her thoughts she started to think about what the appointment was about. She had received a call not long ago from a, she checked her list, Rory Calder. Glancing down again she read the message quickly. Just some basics for horses fresh off the range, quickly her happy tune returned.

Dust flew into the air as she pressed the brake pedal, the truck slid to a quick halt. Leaning a little ways she swung the door open and hopped out. Not bothering to grab any of her equipment. She would do that when the time came. Still smiling she started to walk up to the house. When she had driven up the road she had made double sure she was at the right address, she was. Glancing around she didn't see anyone, but she figured they could be in a barn somewhere, or in the house. House first. Walking up to the house she rapped loudly on the door with her knuckles. Shifting from foot to foot as she waited. Still humming softly to herself, whenever she listened to a song it got stuck in her head.

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[Forte!]

[/i] favorite thing to do. The stalls all had to be stripped to the ground before any horses could live in them, and the previous owner hadn't bothered to do it. Wasn't their job, anyway. This would be the last of the box stalls to be done, and then he would move on to the other ones. It took forever to do them alone, especially when other chores had to be done (like mowing the grass in the practice track - which he had post).

He heard the pick-up pull up on the gravel, and suddenly remembered with a jolt that Falcon's check-up was to day. Setting the shovel in the wheelbarrow with a clang, he dashed out of the stable to intercept the vet before she went to the house, where no doubt she would expect him to be. He pulled up to the driveway just as she was knocking on the door. "Hey there!" he called, taking his new hat off of his head and waving it in the air as he pulled up. "Sorry, I totally forgot that you were coming. I was in the barn stripping stalls." He laughed slightly, embarrassed. "I suppose I should have told you about that. It's a pretty new ranch." Well, actually it was pretty old. But it was new for him. "I'm Rory Calder, as you already know, of course," he said with a grin, reaching out his right hand. Best to get off on the right foot with the vet, after all.[/size][/ul]

[FalconX]

Kenya

A light gust of wind caused her loose t-shirt to rumple slightly, pulling ever so lightly against her thin frame. No one had come to the door, so she began to realize that, Rory was probably in the barn. Go figure. Everyone with a ranch was almost always in the barn or pastures or even the practice rings. The toe of her boot tapped up and down softly as she waited. She should probably go to the barn... but she decided to wait a little longer. Kenya was really patient, and didn't mind standing here and breathing in all the earthy scents. She had been cleaning the building where her practice would be held all day, and hadn't got to enjoy the freshness of spring. Thank goodness winter was gone. Winter was one of the most dreadful seasons, that and summer. She preferred spring and fall. Not to hot or to cold. Unless of course it rained... Her gaze went to the land that she was standing on, her boots moved slightly, scuffing the ground a little bit as she waited. Though she was twenty-eight, at this moment she just looked like a teenager. Her mother said that was a 'blessing', Kenya, really couldn't care less.

At the sound of another voice she turned around, giving a short wave and a big smile. She was always one to be cheerful and kind. "That's fine, it happens all the time." It really didn't matter to her if someone was late or had forgotten, unless she had an appointment scheduled right afterward, but even then she wasn't mad at the person. "I'm Dr. Miller, as you already know." She smiled and reached out her own hand, shaking it in a light grip. "So where's this mare you called for me to come see?" She questioned him, trying to quickly get down to business. She had another check-up she needed to do today, though she wasn't sure she would get to it in time. She was scheduled to give one mare shots, coggins, and a blood test to see what breed she was. She gestured with her hand for him to show her the way.

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[Forte!]

[/b] he said with a grin, eager to get started. "It's not too far, but you might want to grab whatever you need so that you don't have to walk back and forth." He had noticed that she didn't have anything, but was unconcerned by the fact. It was a pain to haul around the cases of shots and other equipment, especially with how much stuff she had to get done today. He vaguely remembered hauling the case a few times to a particularly distant barn, dragging behind his mother in his astute, childish way. It was always heavy, that he could remember distinctly. "In the meantime, I'd better go get her haltered. I doubt she'll be thrilled about standing in her stall." Gosh, if he remembered he would have already had that done...

Without waiting for an answer, he whisked off to the quarantine barn, which was basically a huge outdoor box stall. He was quite sure that Falcon would enjoy the relative size of it, and the pasture that surrounded would be all her own. But if she came back healthy, he would have to integrate her with Romance, which he frankly knew how that would end. Falcon would beat the Hano in a fight any day. "Hey, darling," he crooned into the darkness of the stall, unlocking the top half of the dutch door and grabbing the leather halter from its hook outside the door. He clucked gently, taking a cube of sugar out of his pocket, and holding it out on his hand as his eyes adjusted to the dimmer light in the barn. There was a window, but it wasn't big, just in case. "I've got someone here to see you."[/size][/ul]

[FalconX]

Kenya

"Wise choice" She answered with a smile. If the horses weren't close together the chances of giving it to another equine was slim to none. "Alright" She agreed with a nod and small smile. She stood and listened as Rory talked and agreed with everything he said. She watched him turn around and take off towards the area the mare was at. It would have been nice if she had already been haltered, but it might take her awhile to get to the barn with all of her equipment. Not that it was extremely difficult, she was toned and physically fit, and could very easily carry her equipment. It really depended on how far away the mare was kept. She remembered one time where she actually had been required to walk quite a ways. It was like slow torture. Of course, she hadn't given up, the horse had needed immediate attention. Though, she couldn't recall why they hadn't just gone in a truck. Oh right, something about mud and vehicle getting stuck. Shrugging off the thoughts she focused on her task, her work.

She started walking quickly toward her truck. Reaching it in a matter of moments. She had parked fairly close to the house and she hadn't walked far from the house to meet Rory. So she stood pretty close to where all her equipment currently was. Going around back she unlocked the trunk, manually. She couldn't afford one of the newer model of trucks. Her practice was just getting off the ground, and all those kinds of things were called luxuries. Pulling the trunk door open she reached inside and grabbed all of her stuff. Making sure to count everything before closing the trunk. Turning around she lugged all of her stuff down toward the barn. It took several minutes but she finally made it. When she spotted him she smiled and stood waiting, not wanting to spook his mare. He had said in the message she was fresh off the range.

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[Forte!]

[/b] he murmured, possibly irritating her more.

Then she saw the other person coming down the lane, and threw her head up in surprise, dancing a bit at the end of the rope. She already didn't particularly like Grace, and this one was carrying a massive box. However, Rory was standing calm at her shoulder, even looking friendly towards the person. The mare gave him a quizzical look, but stood, coming closer to him so that there was slack in the lead line. She stood at his shoulder, but lagged when he suddenly dropped the lead line on the ground and walked up to Kenya. Falcon danced again, eyes flashing with annoyance. Why wasn't he looking at her? Finally, she could resist no longer and trotted to his shoulder with an angry toss of her head. He chuckled slightly and caught the lead rope, petting her gently.

"That worked, then," he said, paying the attention to Falcon now. The mare looked at Kenya distrustfully, shaking her mane indignantly before nuzzling Rory's shoulder. "I don't think she'll freak out if you touch her, now. I could be wrong, but generally she trusts me pretty well." He wasn't even considering the fact that he hadn't even mentioned 'Arabian' in his phone message, or that her appearance was absolutely nothing like that of a wild horse in general.[/size][/ul]

[FalconX]

Kenya

Kenya was, to say the least, quite surprised. The mare was stunning and looked nothing like that of the wild horses she had ever seen. She bared a remarkable resemblance to the arabian. Though the thought was shocking, she wondered if the mare was at least 90% of the arabian breed. It was possible, though highly improbable. She listened as Rory talked to his horse and then said something directed to her. She nodded slowly but didn't say anything, she was almost positive if she spoke the mare might spook. Working with wild horses wasn't something she had always wanted to do, initially she just wanted to do dogs and cats and other small animals. However, she had quickly grown to love horses, though getting trampled by a wild one was not her idea of fun.

With slow and confident movements she walked up to the mare. Not looking her in the eye, mainly focusing on the task at hand. She didn't know much about interacting with horses but she was pretty sure looking them straight in the eye was like a challenge. She really didn't want to be challenging this mare. Her eyes ran along the mares sleek frame and she shook her head. The mare was well muscles and fit, she looked healthy. "Now we just have to see if she really is" She thought to herself. Slowly she put one hand on the mare's hide, not stroking or patting her, just leaving it there for a brief moment. She figured she would start with the shots, and she was positive the mare wouldn't like those. Stepping back she took the the things required for the shots from her bag, and then stepped back up to the mare.

In a matter of a couple of minutes the shots were done. Though it hadn't been the easiest task in the world. The last two remaining things both required blood tests. When she had the empty syringes she approached the mare again. Careful to avoid having her boots trampled by the equine's hooves. She didn't trying to calm the mare down any with sweet words, that was the owner's job. Giving the medical attention needed was hers. With movements eased by practice she inserted the needle and took all the blood that was required for the tests to be done. Stepping back she returned it to her bag and then turned to talk to Rory. "From what I can see, she is in fine health. She doesn't show the main symptoms of Coggins, however she could have asymptomatic Coggins. I'll call you when I receive the blood test results." She spoke in an efficeint and professional manner but then her tone softened and she smiled. "Call me if anything comes to your attention"

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