An exciting morning. I had my arm in the south end of a mare for an ultrasound when a teenager lit a 1/4 stick of dynamite behind the barn. My heart nearly exploded, as did the mare’s abdominal aorta sitting atop my arm. Thankfully no one got hurt, but I’ll need some heavy forgiveness for that reaction. I was a teenage boy once upon a time, but I’m not sure that I was on his level. Happy Independence Day, folks.
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Published by Justin Jornigan
1987 model, gently used, a little rusty. Husband to Megan. I have the best dog in the world – a mutt named Tucker (Tuck, or Tucker J). We have a farm with 3 horses, 2 barn cats, and 2 house cats. I was born in the most beautiful place on earth – the mountains of Western North Carolina – and have returned here. First generation college graduate. I’m an introvert with a very extroverted job. Large animal veterinarian. I enjoy playing piano, quite walks along the creek, craft beer, life-giving conversation, scuba diving, riding horses, and mowing. I like to write, but don’t get to do it enough. I enjoy non-fiction, biographies, and progessive Christian thought. I hate the texture of most soft things – think dryer lint and cotton balls and ridiculous fleecy blankets. I love the smell of silage, horses, a leather shop, and the hardware store. I live for moments of unexpectedly laughing to tears and crampy cheeks, and to feel and smell the cold air right before it snows. View more posts
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