I was called out to a horse with a gash on her leg
at dusk one evening. It was quite a substantial cut and was going to need
several stitches, but before I could start I needed to sedate the horse and
flush the wound to get it as clean as possible. I turned to the owner and
issued that time honoured vet demand –
Can I have some warm water please? She
turned to her daughter and said
“What happened to the jug? You know, the jug we use
for every crisis, and for making Yorkshire puddings.”
