The real moment of crisis came when the doctor told me to palpate her mammary glands.
There was a sudden movement of hindquarters...the tectonic upheaval of a horse readying herself to kick...but I made it out of the way in time. She was peeved. She took this great huge kick she'd been getting ready for and turned it into a tiny little tap on the stall wall behind her.
"I guess we won't be checking the mammary glands today," the doctor said.
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