Dr. Elizabeth Jenners is one of the top equine vets in the southeast. Her practice includes hundreds of clients and her office location probably take up three or four acres between the cutting edge barn and the paddocks for sick or lame horses.
As we drive in, three truck and trailer rigs are already parked and empty, their high-priced performance horses inside being evaluated. Beau parks us next to the office’s entrance, and as we go inside, smiles his “Aw, shucks, it was only two gold medals” at the middle-aged woman who gawks at us.
Inside, the lobby is crowded with riders, owners, and several barky, little dogs. Beau goes to the receptionist’s counter and I grab the closest seat, noticing again, that he isn’t moving right. He’s not limping like he did the night of the party, but he i
