Lincoln County
For the past two weeks I have been in Lincoln County, Nevada. Two very interesting events have happened since my stay here:
Two days into my visited, my uncle (who's on the volunteer fire department) got a call on his radio around 10:30 pm about a dog that was trapped right near the local spring. He invites me to come. When we arrive, all I see is a hundred year old, rusted oven and a small group of people standing around the fire chief as he's trying to figure out how to get the dog out. They dog was a male Jack Russell terrier. He had somehow squeezed himself into a tight spot where the oven was bent inward. I still don't know how he got himself in there, because there wasn't even an opening large enough to fit a hand. After a few failed attempts to pry off the vent in the back and saw through the side of the oven, they decided to pull out the "Jaws of Life". The 'jaws' were closed and placed in one of the small openings. Once powered up, the 'jaws' spread the metal apart as if it were butter. The dog was fine after it was out. He was dehydrated and a little hungry, but he was fine. We then dropped him off at his owner's house and went on our way.
The next big 'event' just happened yesterday. I wouldn't really say that it's an event. It's more of a tragedy. My aunt has this pure bred Arabian horse. She's had her for almost ten years. Every good experience my aunt has had with horses in her life have been with this horse. That's how important she is to my aunt. Well, just yesterday, my aunt went outside to start grooming the horse for a video we were going to make to get her into a show. She found the horse colicing really bad. Colicing is diet related and causes bloating and abdominal pain. Look it up if you want more details. Sorry I'm a little foggy on the details, I'm no expert. Anyway, we were outside walking her around, feeding her bran, and giving her mineral oil. For almost three hours she was making little progress. My aunt and uncle kept trying to give her enemas to flush out her system, but nothing came out. She was exhausted. After another hour we gave it a rest. The horse was standing up on her own and seemed to be fine. We went inside and began making dinner. Ten minutes went by when my aunt decided to check on her. She came back inside moments later, crying. The horse had died. My uncle ran to her and held her for a good five minutes while she sobbed. My aunt took a shower, still crying, while my uncle made a few calls to get a tractor. The next few hours were spent getting the horse on trailer and droping her off in the desert. I won't go into details. It was just sad.
E-mail me @ Surkit14@aol.com if you have any questions.
Two days into my visited, my uncle (who's on the volunteer fire department) got a call on his radio around 10:30 pm about a dog that was trapped right near the local spring. He invites me to come. When we arrive, all I see is a hundred year old, rusted oven and a small group of people standing around the fire chief as he's trying to figure out how to get the dog out. They dog was a male Jack Russell terrier. He had somehow squeezed himself into a tight spot where the oven was bent inward. I still don't know how he got himself in there, because there wasn't even an opening large enough to fit a hand. After a few failed attempts to pry off the vent in the back and saw through the side of the oven, they decided to pull out the "Jaws of Life". The 'jaws' were closed and placed in one of the small openings. Once powered up, the 'jaws' spread the metal apart as if it were butter. The dog was fine after it was out. He was dehydrated and a little hungry, but he was fine. We then dropped him off at his owner's house and went on our way.
The next big 'event' just happened yesterday. I wouldn't really say that it's an event. It's more of a tragedy. My aunt has this pure bred Arabian horse. She's had her for almost ten years. Every good experience my aunt has had with horses in her life have been with this horse. That's how important she is to my aunt. Well, just yesterday, my aunt went outside to start grooming the horse for a video we were going to make to get her into a show. She found the horse colicing really bad. Colicing is diet related and causes bloating and abdominal pain. Look it up if you want more details. Sorry I'm a little foggy on the details, I'm no expert. Anyway, we were outside walking her around, feeding her bran, and giving her mineral oil. For almost three hours she was making little progress. My aunt and uncle kept trying to give her enemas to flush out her system, but nothing came out. She was exhausted. After another hour we gave it a rest. The horse was standing up on her own and seemed to be fine. We went inside and began making dinner. Ten minutes went by when my aunt decided to check on her. She came back inside moments later, crying. The horse had died. My uncle ran to her and held her for a good five minutes while she sobbed. My aunt took a shower, still crying, while my uncle made a few calls to get a tractor. The next few hours were spent getting the horse on trailer and droping her off in the desert. I won't go into details. It was just sad.
E-mail me @ Surkit14@aol.com if you have any questions.
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