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...know if there's anything behind all that anthropomorphizing. But we do know that a horse can suffer as we do--feeling pain, fear, confusion and shock. All of that was on display at Pimlico Race Course in Baltimore, Md., when Kentucky Derby winner Barbaro shattered his right rear leg at the Preakness Stakes just moments out of the gate. It was the most stunning racehorse disaster since the death of the famous filly Ruffian in 1975 and perhaps the most gruesome sports injury to any creature since the nationally televised sight of Washington Redskins quarterback Joe Theismann's leg...
Horses are undeniably born to run, a survival strategy that befits a prairie herbivore with neither fangs nor claws. While a lot of animals are fleet of foot, horses achieve their speed more elegantly than most, starting with their disproportionately long legs. Limb length usually means bulk, since it takes a lot of muscle to move long bones. But muscles add weight, and weight reduces speed. The horse solves that problem by packing its musculature in its upper body, then transferring that power down to the legs with an elaborate rope work of tendons and ligaments that absorb shock...
When a horse does get hurt, it's nice to have a repair shop like the Widener Hospital on hand. As would any doctor, one of the first things surgeon Dean Richardson did when Barbaro arrived was feel his patient's pulse--in several spots along the injured leg. Weak pulses or a cold foot would have meant that blood-vessel injury had occurred and the limb was lost. "He had good, strong pulses, and his foot was warm," says Richardson. "I was thrilled...
...might be sung. He began by aping Guthrie's tinny tenor, but pushing it farther, into a siren wail, into banshee territory. Mitch Jayne of the Dillards famously compared the early Dylan sound to "a dog with his leg caught in barbed wire." It certainly was a prickly handful to kids raised on either the smooth Sinatra sound or the orgasmic church screaming of Little Richard. But to Dylan, barbed-wire vocals were an aesthetic and, as the French would say, a politique. Mellow was a lie; raspy was authentic. As he wrote in an early poem: "The only beauty...
...they were home, she could stop thinking about them all the time. The calls are reassuring, but Lauren's leg begins to tap up and down when the subject of war comes up. "Nothing's going to happen. Mom's always on top of things and cheerful. Dad worked at the Pentagon, Mom at the White House. Nothing's going to happen." And her leg keeps tapping, up and down. --Reported by Jim Lacey/Kuwait, Cathy Booth Thomas/Fort Campbell, Rita Healy/Denver, Hilary Hylton/Fort Hood, Constance E. Richards/Asheville and Mark Thompson/Washington