Texas Equine Veterinary Association

www.teva-online.org • Page 27 "Are you the same Hugh Davis that was here several days ago with another colicking horse?" Dustin inquired. Hugh stopped wandering past the barn stalls and chuckled, "Oh no, son!" He said, " at was Hugh W. Davis, "W" for Walker. He's my brother." is apparently should have clarified things enough for Dustin and I, but we looked at each other helplessly, still not understanding. A er a minute, Hugh continued, "I'm Hugh L. Davis. "L" for Lloyd. We got another brother named Hugh Q. Davis, "Q" for Quincy, and our father was the original Hugh Davis!" Dustin and I tried to control our expressions and choke down the incredulous laughter threatening to overtake us. "Wow!" Dustin said, "How did that end up happening?" Hugh replied matter of factly, "Well, son, I guess a er one of us was born, Mother got tired and fed up and just decided she might as well make sure at least one of us came when she called!" Eyes twinkling all around, Hugh #2, Dustin, and I continued treating the colic. We have yet to enjoy the company of Hugh #3. I'm holding out hope that one day we will, allowing us to complete the story of the " ree Hughs" and add to the many moments that keep this life interesting. BO BROCk, DVM, DABVP Submitted by TEVA Founding Member and Current Vice President, Bo Brock, DVM, DABVP. Author of "Crowded in the Middle of Nowhere" Dr. Emily Berryhill landed in Lamesa, Texas about a year ago to join us as an intern. She probably never considered how different the culture in West Texas would be when compared to Tulare, California. I must admit it is a bit embarrassing when people from other areas of the country show up here and see that we are a bit on the primitive side. When Emily shared the following story with me the morning a er in happened, I laughed so hard tears dribbled down my cheeks. I wish you could have seen the puzzled look on her face as she inquired to me if this was common practice in Lamesa. e rest of this story is penned by Emily. Picture in your mind, a face filled with wonder and expression as she told me the story that typifies how many people in this part of the sticks think: e story began where stories normally do – in the moment. e moment occurred about 10:00pm on a Friday evening when a rusted out Ford and a two-horse straight-load trailer, that had seen a lifetime of sandstorms, pulled into the clinic parking lot with a colicking horse. e truck door creaked open and out stepped a man, probably late 60s, with a rather large belly supported by rather large pants and their required suspenders. e man walked into the horse barn to meet Dr. Dustin, who was on call for the evening. "I'm Hugh Davis," the man said jovially, with a strong West Texan drawl, "I'm here with the colicked horse!" Dr. Dustin looked up from writing on the record with surprise and a question in his eyes, but with professionalism began asking about the state of the horse. Once the horse was in the stocks and the initial exam was complete, curiosity had time to take hold and Dr. Dustin approached Hugh. THE THREE HUGHS

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