Last evening was much as usual - line up in the run-in and complain that our dinners weren't appearing fast enough, encourage the woman to improve her feed mixing skills and generally agitate until she let us in our stalls. She calls it slopping the hogs but her sense of humour is notoriously crude. The sounds of contented munching ensued. She went off to do some lawn maintenance while we finished. Then Jack started choking and coughing and gasping and got himself and the rest of us in a right state. The woman reappeared and vaulted over the front of his stall and began massaging his throat. It moved the mass further down but he was still most distressed. She raced off to the house and returned with the male human and told Jack the vet was on her way.
The vet was a long way away and took some time to arrive. Meanwhile Jack would cough and drool and snort and then suddenly have a panic attack and throw himself around the stall, nearly falling down. The humans stood with him and stroked him and he did his best to merge his body into theirs. When the vet came she gave him a needle to make him sleepy and then - I kid you not - stuck a garden hose down his gullet and began pumping warm water into him! It seems nearly his whole dinner was stuck and he began to spout quantities of food in all directions, drenching both the woman and the vet and the general surroundings. The vet got him cleaned out and left various meds for him and said he couldn't have any food for the next day and then only a sloppy mash. Jack looked like a he'd been in a bar fight and was suffering a violent hangover. The woman sat with him till he was awake and then checked on him through the night.
This morning he was his usual cheerful self and couldn't believe he was being starved. We stayed in all day and I got hay in my stall but poor Jack had nothing. The woman has modified his already soupy dinner and brought a device to the barn that has glass jar on a metal thing. It makes a screeching noise and pulverizes everthing to smithereens. Jack was so hungry he drank his whole dinner, meds and all, without blinking. Doc said, "Whoa, that is so cool, I always wanted my own blender!" He spent the rest of the day humming a dreadful tune called 'Margaritaville". Molly looked in the tack room window while the woman was mixing Jack's dinner and tried to place an order but the woman shooed her away.
Jack shrugged off the whole incident saying, "Twern't hardly nothin, I just got a speck of food stuck in muh craw." He says he got into the habit of eating as fast as possible when food was scarce and now his teeth are nearly useless, it can cause problems. His already soggy food is now positively awash and in addition the vet suggested putting rocks in with his feed to slow him down. She also said he's in remarkably good shape for a donkey of any age, and both Jack and the woman are just beaming over that one. Other than that the woman looks like she's been trampled by migrating caribou, but that may have something to do with lack of sleep.