Today we had a short, easy practical exam on horses. 10 minutes on a written paper (label diagrams sort of thing) and 10 minutes with a horse and examiner.
It did not go well. I am so bad at horses that my person almost made me cry.
Considering everything about equine class screams "you don't want to be a horse vet!" I think it has been confirmed a hundred times over. From the pedantic need to know the difference between osteochondrosis of the fetlock and the tarsus and the femoropatellar and femorotibial joints (eg what is the prognosis of OCD of the distal intermediate trochlear ridge of the tibia versus anywhere else??) , to the fact that horses get sick and die if you sneeze at them and you have to be a crazy qualified specialist to be doing surgery on them, to the ever present danger of either the horse killing you, or the owner killing you, or maybe the horse killing the owner. Not a fan of the racing industry, either.
But I don't think I have to worry about these things, since it is apparently the limit of my skill to even get a halter on.
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