I went in the stall of the sorrel horse, who’d recently been turned over to the Conquistador Equine Rescue and Advocacy Program. I wanted a closer look at the brand on his hip. When I touched his body, hair came away in large clumps. Aside from being emaciated (he weighed in at 600lbs) his whole body was covered in rain rot. I called the Director of the rescue, and volunteered to wash him the next day. Medicated shampoo was provided, and the horse called “Blaze” stood like a champ for 3 hours on the hot summer day in Arizona while I scrubbed, rinsed and repeated. When I was done I sat on an overturned bucket to watch, I allowed him to graze on the few tufts of green grass growing around the wash rack. After munching a few bites, he walked (more…)