Gusbear
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My normally calm and sensible ID x has been on box rest since mid December due to tie back and hobday surgery and all going to plan he will be able to be turned out again in a week or two.
He has been good most days except for the occasional flip out moments where he bucks, rears and tries to destroy his stable and any poor creature, human or otherwise within the reach of his snapping teeth and flailing limbs. On those days you can't so much as pat him without fear of being ripped to shreds and/or the possibility of being crushed to death against the stable wall. He's like Jekyll and Hyde, quiet some days and deadly the next! So far he has only had Sedalin twice, however it only worked once as the other time he simply kept being a complete numpty and climbed out over the stable door, his front legs over the front of the door and being a complete prat to the point the vet had to be called to sort him out and even he couldn't control him.
As he has had an implant in his neck, it is imperative that he remains calm and does not exert his airways in any way as to do so would increase the risk of dislodging the implant (god forbid that would mean an emergency trip back to the horsepital).
The vet has suggested we sedate him almost to the point of him being comatose until he is settled enough to be turned out without trying to do cartwheels, backflips and goodness knows what other acrobatic feats in the field.
I'm quite nervous for him as him being quite young mentally (only 5) and somewhat headstrong and still in his silly adolescent stage means that he is likely to go into complete freak out mode and gallop around the field like a loony regardless of how much Sedalin he has been given.
BTW he is being walked out in hand (in a Chifney) twice a day. Some days quiet as a lamb and others has tried to all but kill the poor suffering but ever patient YM.
Are there any tips to help help in readjusting to day turnout without the turmoil?
His best friend and turnout buddy is also his stable neighbour. They love each other to bits and get on incredibly well but do tend to dance around and play up somewhat like idiots for a while when first turned out each day together.
Not sure how to tackle this dilemma as it's my first time dealing with this type of thing.
Lovely Finnish vodka with salted licorice (just returned from Lapland) for any takers.
P.S. No, we didn't see the Northern Lights
Spent a fortune to get there only to be cold for a week in minus 20 degrees and for it to be overcast the entire time 
He has been good most days except for the occasional flip out moments where he bucks, rears and tries to destroy his stable and any poor creature, human or otherwise within the reach of his snapping teeth and flailing limbs. On those days you can't so much as pat him without fear of being ripped to shreds and/or the possibility of being crushed to death against the stable wall. He's like Jekyll and Hyde, quiet some days and deadly the next! So far he has only had Sedalin twice, however it only worked once as the other time he simply kept being a complete numpty and climbed out over the stable door, his front legs over the front of the door and being a complete prat to the point the vet had to be called to sort him out and even he couldn't control him.
As he has had an implant in his neck, it is imperative that he remains calm and does not exert his airways in any way as to do so would increase the risk of dislodging the implant (god forbid that would mean an emergency trip back to the horsepital).
The vet has suggested we sedate him almost to the point of him being comatose until he is settled enough to be turned out without trying to do cartwheels, backflips and goodness knows what other acrobatic feats in the field.
I'm quite nervous for him as him being quite young mentally (only 5) and somewhat headstrong and still in his silly adolescent stage means that he is likely to go into complete freak out mode and gallop around the field like a loony regardless of how much Sedalin he has been given.
BTW he is being walked out in hand (in a Chifney) twice a day. Some days quiet as a lamb and others has tried to all but kill the poor suffering but ever patient YM.
Are there any tips to help help in readjusting to day turnout without the turmoil?
His best friend and turnout buddy is also his stable neighbour. They love each other to bits and get on incredibly well but do tend to dance around and play up somewhat like idiots for a while when first turned out each day together.
Not sure how to tackle this dilemma as it's my first time dealing with this type of thing.
Lovely Finnish vodka with salted licorice (just returned from Lapland) for any takers.
P.S. No, we didn't see the Northern Lights