Why cant horses vomit? I heard that if they eat something bad they're done for. Is that true?
Horses can’t vomit because they’re not physically capable of it. Vomiting primarily involves reverse peristalsis - normal peristalsis is the muscles of your gut moving to push food along through it, moving from mouth -> anus, expanding in front and contracting in back. Reverse peristalsis is your body directing the muscles to work backwards, usually because something has triggered a ‘this should not be inside me’ trigger, and it requires both the gut and the brain working in concert to happen. Some animals lack the ability to make peristalsis work in reverse, such as horses, and interestingly enough, small rodents like rats.
Horses have a band of muscle around the esophagus where it meets the stomach, much like humans do, that is designed to keep food from re-entering the esophagus. But in horses, the muscle is a lot stronger, making it effectively a one-way shunt. Horses also have anatomy that means when their stomach is full of gas, it puts extra pressure on that muscle, holding it shut.
While we don’t know why exactly horses evolved like this, it does mean, as you put it, that eating something bad can be fatal. Excessive sand/dirt in forage leading to impaction, parasite buildup in the gut (a major cause of colic), too much gas buildup causing torsion, too much grain in the diet leading to gut ulcers….and sometimes we just don’t know what triggers it. But it does make horses uniquely at risk for gut-related issues because they lack this defense mechanism, and it can get bad in a hurry. There’s still a lot we don’t know about managing and preventing colic and other gut issues in horses.
Requested by anonymous on tumblr: “Can you do 22 and 80 with a Gaston x reader pretty please?"
22. "I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice."
80. "How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?"
Plot: Y/N goes to the tavern to get her mind off of things, and accidentally has one too many drinks and confessed her feelings of Gaston to Le Fou.
Warnings: Alcohol and swearing.
This week has been absolute hell. First, my favorite dress got stuck on a bush while I was walking through the forest and ripped, I burnt my hand whilst putting another log in the fireplace, and to top it all off, my boyfriend James cheated on me with my ‘friend’. So understandably, I needed a drink to forget the week’s events. As I head into the tavern, I notice that there’s not as many people as usual. Even better, so less people will see me drunk. I walk over to the counter and sit down on a stool.
"Rough week for you?” The bartender asks me.
“You have no idea.” I say with a sigh. “Give me your strongest drink.” I say as I hand him some money. He hands me a glass of whiskey. I down the golden liquid, enjoying its bitter taste sliding down my throat. As I ask for another, someone sits in the stool next to me.
This is a long-time coming buuutttt I guess I should finally say something. So first off- no, the blog isn’t dead forever! I’ve just been taking a very long, very unplanned hiatus due to personal reasons that I’ll touch on a bit.
Putting it under a readmore because it’s a lot but TLDR version:
EQP is not dead! It’s just on impromptu hiatus until I figure some real life things out.
He was so good tonight - at one point he got so collected in the canter I didn’t know what to do. 😂
He slowed down so much and it felt like he ‘clicked’ into his hind? Like starting a pirouette but not turning.
I was holding the reins and SQUAWKING and trying to ride with it, but it was such a collected canter that I just blanked out.
It resulted in a beautiful trot transition.
Potential is there -> now I need guidance on how to… actually…. use it.
We also saw a cat.
It was an intense night.
I liked it.
Title: A Fool of Mine Chapter: 3/? Pairing: Gaston/Reader Words: 1,325 Summary: [
During your lunch date, you learn some rather interesting things. ] A/N:
i’ve decided that like, yknow how belle’s color is blue yeah reader’s is purple //
lol so what i was getting at in the early bit of the chapter was reader was wearing a headband, but they weren’t popular back then ok
Part 2 can be found here Part 4 can be found here
As you went into town the next day, Gaston was nowhere to be found. Odd, considering he always hung out near the stone arch that led into town, and as you’d pass he’d let out some half-witted line about how absolutely stunning you were today.
You figured perhaps he was out, or maybe busy getting ready for later. You followed your routine, this time being sure to pick up a bottle of wine as you went along for your picnic in a few hours. After walking around the town (and stopping to smell the flowers as you did each day) you headed straight home - no time to read today.
The house was quiet as you entered. Lonely, even. You hummed the tune you had heard at the tavern last night as you went along, preparing a small brunch and packing it away in the hand-woven picnic basket you had made years ago. After, you set your book on top, just in case you decided to take it. You then focused your attention on your appearance.
After taking a bath, you sifted through your wardrobe.
Bless you, Osiris. Bless your kind soul and quiet eyes and strong mind, and your patience with me and all my leaving. Each time I return a fearful part of me expects you to be disenchanted with my flying in and out of your life like a comet without explanation; and each time you surprise me with your acceptance, greeting me as if no time had passed at all. I can’t wait until I can stop being a comet in your life. It’s coming soon, very soon.
“For the druids’ legends are true. Merlin is Emrys. A man destined for greatness. A man who will one day unite the powers of the old world and the new, and bring the time that the poets speak of. The time of Albion.”
“I have been waiting all these years for the arrival of a new time. The time of the Once and Future King.”