In 2012, a two and a half month foal and his mother were dropped off at a farm they would call home until the foal would hopefully embark on his training career. At ten o'clock on a Friday evening, everything was fine.
At some point overnight, something wasn't fine. The next morning they found the little foal with a two inch bullet wound in his neck, with an exit wound ten inches in diameter. He was still alive, doing what most of you who work or deal with see animals in pain do, soldiering on, with a will to live.
"He’s such a little fighter, he kept walking the field. He just kept walking and walking and the mom was right behind him keeping anything else away from him.”
The little colt was brought to a clinic and the owner-breeder (one of those crusty guys who you'd think would make a decision he's made before), decided differently.
|After surgery, Russell Equine Photo|
After a long road, Phoo's Boy made it, and began his racing career in earnest, just last month.
To the idiot kids who shot this poor horse, you failed to get the job done. The toughness of the standardbred and the good hearts of the people who care for him, won the day.
To read the entire feature please visit here. It's a nice ending to a terrible story.