When we returned to the barn I thought I’d give him a quick tail wash as his tail is pretty muddy. I took him in to the wash rack and tripped on the curb on the way in, almost falling flat on his face. I turned around to look at him and he had his neck twisted and his mouth open. I knew he was hurt I just wasn’t sure where. My friend April came over and said he’s bleeding. Sure enough there was quite a bit of blood coming from his mouth, his lip specifically.
The poor old guy used his face as landing gear and had two chunks of skin hanging from his lip. With some sedative and lidocaine on board we were able to snip the pieces of skin off and he was good to go. Now my fingers are crossed that it heals well.