A Buckskin Named Doc
(as published in The Horse's Hoof-Issue 4-Summer 2001)
by Claire Cox-Wilson

David Wilson and Doc, September 2000

DOC ENTERS OUR LIVES
I’ll never forget the first time we saw Doc. It was in March of 1994. My husband, David, and I had been toying with the idea of another horse. Since David and I had met in 1990, we had been sharing my QH mare, Tamera. More and more, it became obvious that David’s interest in horses was here to stay. Exhibiting good judgement and horse sense, we decided a mature horse, about 9 or 10 years old, preferably a gelding. We were set—we had a plan!

Then, we saw Doc, a beautiful buckskin gelding, four years old, trained as a roper, a “push-button heeler” we were told. Doc had just arrived that morning from Louisiana. That same afternoon, Jim, the owner of the stables where we boarded Tamera, was riding him in the weekly team-penning. Doc was “cool as a cucumber.” Nothing much seemed to bother him–not that he was bored, by any means. Actually, he was quite interested in his surroundings, but it was almost as if he was above it all. He simply exuded self-confidence. Naturally, we were quite impressed with him.

Needless to say, by the next evening, Doc belonged to us. As time went by, Doc totally wormed his way into our hearts. Not only was he quite intelligent, he had a very unique sense of humor. He loved to play games, mental and physical. His view of humans was like nothing I had ever encountered in a horse. He had no fear of humans whatsoever, actually, I think he viewed us as a source of amusement.

His antics were diverse including: sauntering by someone and snatching a lit cigarette from their hand and promptly swallowing it. The first time he did it I tried to shove a hose down his throat, as I was sure he had burned his mouth and part of his esophagus as well. Another one of his favorites was removing fly masks from other horses’ faces and prancing off waving his prize, as if it were a flag. However, my all time favorite was when he was in a pasture and managed to grab a hunk of neck, as a horse (with a rider, of course) walked by. He held the horse at bay with the skin in his teeth and looked at me for a reaction. I didn’t disappoint him,”Doc! No! No! Let him go!!” I yelled. He promptly released the horse and trotted away proudly. I was very relieved to see that the victim of his prank did not have so much as a scratch on him. It was obvious Doc had done that totally for my benefit.

Through the years, Doc continued to amuse us. David mainly rode him on trail rides and such. Doc’s roping career was put aside; with David’s work schedule it was virtually impossible for him to learn to rope on Doc. At that time, David felt badly that he didn’t have the time to learn to rope. Now, we’re glad he didn’t, it was a blessing in disguise. David did a little team penning on Doc and just fun-type riding, but nothing too strenuous.

I’ll never forget when he took Doc on a week-end camping trip with the Sheriff’s Posse. David came back beaming with pride. Their guide, who was riding a mule and not too impressed with horses in general, had complimented David on Doc. He was the only horse that could keep up with his mule in the rugged terrain.

Then in 1998, while Doc was recovering from a suspensory ligament injury, we decided it was time to get our own horse property. By the end of November of that same year, we were settling in at Shotgun Ranch. Doc eventually recovered from his injury, and in January we were riding him again. We did some desert riding and sometimes just rode around the neighborhood. Life was good—our three horses were all doing well.

THE PROBLEMS BEGIN
During the latter half of 1999, every now and then, Doc would come up lame. Nothing serious, we thought, maybe he pulled a muscle or maybe the ride the day before was a little too much. We continued to make excuses.

It continued until he was almost always lame, especially when traveling in a circle to the left. Now we were starting to get worried.

In February of 2000, our vet diagnosed Doc with Navicular Disease. She did a series of nerve blocks, and then finally x-rays. She put him on bute and recommended eggbar shoes with 2 degree pads. She said he was in the beginning stages and was optimistic that he would still be rideable for a long time. Of course, when he got worse we could opt to “nerve” him. Both David and I went into a deep depression. How could this happen to our beloved Doc? Even when we boarded him, we made sure he got out every day, we never rode him hard. He was shod religiously every 6 weeks. As if that wasn’t enough that same day, Tamera, who was now 24 years old, was diagnosed with Equine Cushing’s Disease.

To make matters worse, our limited exposure to Navicular Disease had been very depressing. A horse at the stables where we had boarded, had Navicular and had been “nerved” twice. The pain and agony that poor horse lived with had made quite an impression on both of us. On numerous occasions I had taken food out of his feeder and taken it to him in a bucket because he was in too much pain to even stand. David’s memories were worse. Apparently he had been there when they brought the horse back one day, after removing his shoes. Even the owner told David not to watch as they brought him out of the trailer. David never went into much detail about the episode, but he did say that he had never seen a horse try to walk on his back legs the way this poor animal was trying to do. It left quite an impression on David. These were the thoughts that haunted us.

Nevertheless, we tried to be optimistic. We had caught it early, if we were careful maybe it wouldn’t progress very fast. We both were determined that we would put Doc down before letting him suffer the way that other horse had.

Doc was fitted with his eggbar shoes and pads. We noticed relief almost immediately, but it was short lived. Some days he would be gimpy for no apparent reason, sometimes it was the day after David had ridden him. In July and August, we attributed it to the high humidity. The truth was that Doc was progressively getting worse.

Doc's hooves right before his first natural trim, January 21, 2001

WE FIND DR. STRASSER
Meanwhile, I was spending as much time as I could on the internet learning about Cushing’s. I joined an E-Group for people with horses with Cushing’s Disease. Several times Dr. Strasser was mentioned and her trim for foundered horses. Founder is a big concern for horses with Cushing’s.

Then in August of 2000, Tamera had an episode of laminitis. Poor Tamera, who had never been lame a day in her life. Traditional methods were followed, foam pads, bute and Isosxuprine. Finally, one day I took Mary Goldy’s advice from the Equine Cushing’s group and joined the natural horse trim group. Mary had said in one of her posts “I have two words for you, Strasser Trim”. Then things started moving fast, I saw that Dr. Strasser was also “curing” navicular horses. It was like an answer to a prayer. I ordered Dr. Strasser’s books from “The Horse’s Hoof” and for the next couple of months, David and I spent all our free time reading. We were so excited and scared at the same time. We also ordered Jaime Jackson’s books and poured over those as well. Finally, I got in contact with Yvonne Welz and after several communications with her, we decided to have her husband, James, come out and trim Tamera. We wanted to see how Tamera fared with the trim and she was already out 24/7, plus she had been barefoot for almost 2 years. James was one of Dr. Strasser’s hoof care specialist students and we felt fortunate to have someone with experience to guide us through this venture.

Tamera was trimmed Dec. 31, 2000. I was surprised, her stride, which for the last few years had been short and choppy, lengthened. I had attributed her short stride to arthritis. Tamera did well and appeared much more comfortable. We were pleased. We still hesitated with Doc, would it be too drastic a change for him to go barefoot and on top of that, the trim? What about his tendons and ligaments? The angle change would be so dramatic, how much pain would he have to endure? It took us three weeks to finally decide.

Doc received his first Strasser Trim on Jan. 21, 2001. We pulled his eggbars and pads and James trimmed his left foot first, then told us we would have to hurry and do his right one, as the feeling would start to return to his trimmed foot. Boy, was he right! We were about 2 or 3 minutes into the right foot when Doc started fidgeting and trying to pull away his right foot. Every time James would let him have his foot back, Doc would stretch his left leg forward and put it down, and lift it again. It was obvious he was feeling things he hadn’t felt for a long time. I had never seen him fidget so much. James patiently trimmed his back feet, giving him frequent rests.

The first 4 days Doc was tender and sore but he was a “trooper” and kept moving, slow, but stayed on his feet. He did lie down once or twice during the day, but not for more than 1/2 hour. I kept a close eye on him. Then, the 4th day he came trotting up from the back pasture. I breathed a sigh of relief, we had done the right thing. Since then Doc’s progress has been almost miraculous. Three weeks after the first trim, David rode him—he did great, not a sign of discomfort.

Doc just 3 weeks after the first trim.

Today, Doc runs and plays with no sign of lameness. He still has not abscessed. David is taking “Cowboy Dressage” lessons on him, he takes him out around the neighborhood, on the asphalt road. Doc continues to improve, we still marvel when he effortlessly, crosses over his front feet. Leg yielding in dressage is not a problem.

Left, Doc playing Broomstick Polo in April 2001. Right, Doc practicing Cowboy Dressage in May 2001.