As a child, I grew up in Castle Dale, Utah. My family had a small farm where we raised sheep, cattle and chickens. We had several pastures which we would rotate the sheep and feeder calves. It was always fun when we turned the animals into a new pasture. Their first response was to run and jump and frolic at their new found freedom. I experimented and found this behavior to occur even when they were moved to a smaller pasture. This behavior consistently would occur with what seemed to be only one requirement – wide open space. This freed them from their paradigm. They respond the same way with grass, mud and even snow. Wide open space makes them run and jump and seemingly find energy and happiness.

I find myself, all to often, enclosed in a self imposed corral whose fences limit progression and success. I built these barriers and dare not venture outside these boundaries, lest I be consumed by predators. I think many of us live out our existence in such a fashion. It feels safe. If we never risk anything, we seemingly will never lose anything.

I submit that it is far more dangerous for us to remain inside these fences, never challenging ourselves, never truly reaching our full potentials. This meandering in mediocrity knows no true success. As Mark Twain stated, “20 years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did”. No growth occurs without challenge, and no challenge occurs without some level of uncertainty and presentation of incommodious circumstances.

With that, I throw off the bowlines. I set sail away from the safe harbor with the intent of catching the trade winds in my sails. I stand on the edge of the bough, letting my toes hang over just a bit. It is time to explore, dream and discover……

And that is my take.

N. Isaac Bott, DVM

In the spring of 1988, the C-D (C bar D) 4-H club would meet frequently in anticipation for the Southeastern Utah Junior Livestock Show in Ferron, UT. Our advisor, Diane Bott, put significant effort into helping all members prepare for the event. Each meeting would include the recitation of the 4-H pledge. I still remember it.
“I pledge my head to clearer thinking,
My heart to greater loyalty,
My hands to larger service,
and my health to better living,
for my club, my community, my country, and my world.”

What is the benefit of 4-H? I am sure it is different for every 4-H’er, depending on their goals and personal situation. Many will give the typical answers; that it builds character, creates discipline, teaches youth about agriculture, teaches sportsmanship, etc., etc. While all of that is true, there is more that this program can and does do for our youth.

To me one of the greatest values of the 4-H Program is that it allows 4-H’ers the opportunity to gain confidence in themselves by caring for something that is 100% dependent on them. I remember a young 4-H’er who was uncomfortable getting in a pen with the lamb that he was going to take to the show that year. The previous year, he had been hit by a large ram while feeding the sheep with his dad. This made the boy terrified of sheep. Even though he was scared, he had to face this fear; because without him the lamb could not eat or drink and could not have a clean place to live. Little by little, this young boy became more and more comfortable around livestock. I catch a glimpse of this boy every time I look in the mirror.

I remember how attached I became to my own lamb my first year in 4-H. I was only 7 at the time. I cried the day of the sale, as I hugged my lamb goodbye.

Caring for animals will bring out the best in us. Regardless if it is a piglet, a lamb, a calf, a puppy or a kitten, children learn what it feels like to have a living creature rely on them, and that teaches responsibility in a way little else can. Caring for a pet creates a sense of empathy and a respect for life. It teaches commitment and consistency, and it builds self-confidence and provides immense joy.

I am grateful for my time as a 4-H’er. This picture is of me with my first lamb at the stock show in Ferron, UT in 1988.

The smile on my face right now is just as big as I remember this exciting day.

And that is my take!

N. Isaac Bott, DVM

The Premise of Prevention

Dogs and cats are living longer and healthier lives thanks to regular physical exams and preventive care. Preventive medicine, or ‘wellness,’ is something that started in humans and then went to animals (often advances in medicine work the other way around). The premise is this: if you can prevent or catch illness early on, it’s easier on the pet, the owner and the pocketbook.

Routine blood and urine tests are a thorough way of assessing your pet’s general health. These screen for key indicators that arise much before clinical signs are noted. I routinely diagnose kidney and liver disease in pets that are acting completely normal. 

Humans have been interacting with reindeer for at least 45,000 years. 

A reindeer engraved on the wall of a cave in south Wales has been confirmed as the oldest known rock art in Western Europe. It is believed to have been created at least 14,000 years ago! 

A recent study on reindeer mtDNA identified at least two separate and apparently independent reindeer domestication events, in eastern Russia and Fenno-Scandia (Norway, Sweden and Finland). Substantial interbreeding of wild and domestic animals in the past obscures DNA differentiation, but even so, the data continue to support at least two or three independent domestication events, probably within the past two or three thousand years.

When people think of reindeer, they often visualize Rudolf and his friends pulling Santa’s sleigh. As cute as this image may be, there is so much more to these fascinating creatures.

Their ecology, physiology, and anatomy are very unique. They have been domesticated for thousands of years, yet we know very little about them from a veterinary standpoint. Attempts at artificial insemination, embryo transfer and other reproductive technologies have been met with considerable challenges and mixed results.

Although many sources erroneously claim that caribou and reindeer are the same – Caribou and Reindeer are different subspecies. Reindeer are classified as Rangifer tarandus tarandus and the alaskan caribou are classified as Rangifer tarandus granti. Even National Geographic and many prominent zoos in the United States are wrongly classifying these animals. A recent genetic mapping published in Nature shows the migration pattern of these mammals in North America over the last 21,000 years, and claims that they are actually different animals — but closely related cousins.

I never considered working on reindeer while in veterinary school, yet they have become an important species to me as a practicing veterinarian. I have traveled all over North America and Asia working on this species.

Reindeer have a long history in culture and myth. That history has given way to further study to learn about how unique they are. I have been privileged to be a part of some of these scientific advancements.

And that is my take!

N. Isaac Bott, DVM

Reindeer rarely have difficulty giving birth. Fortunately, nature has provided this species with amazing vitality. Young calves stand within minutes of being born. Predation is the primary cause of death in newborn calves. To minimize this, cows synchronize their birthing. If all of the calves are born at the same time, fewer are killed by predators. Gestation length can vary as much as 45 days to accomplish this. Such synchrony is fascinating, but provides considerable challenges with domesticated herds. Occasionally, calves are born premature and lung development is not complete. Sadly, many of these calves die.
As a veterinarian, I perform a considerable number of artificial inseminations on reindeer each year. The calves produced by this procedure are especially valuable. Intense care is given to newborns to ensure the best chances of survival.
A few years back, a young male calf was born during the summer. He had a unique white marking on his nose. This calf was a charmer. We all instantly fell in love with him.
On examination, the calf showed considerable effort in his breathing. His lungs were not working as they should. Research has shown that these calves lack a chemical called Surfactant. Surfactant reduces the surface tension of fluid in the lungs and helps make the small air sacs in the lungs (alveoli) more stable. This keeps them from collapsing when an individual exhales. In preparation for breathing air, fetuses begin making surfactant while still in the the uterus. With some reindeer calves, this production is incomplete when they are born.
Treatment consists of replacement surfactant therapy. This is often not feasible in veterinary medicine because of the high cost of synthetic surfactant. When is is available, it must be administered within 6 hours of birth to be effective.
The second treatment is placing the calf in an incubator (very similar to ones used with human neonates) and administering oxygen. Some calves will improve with this treatment. We placed him inside the oxygen chamber and waited. Feeding was required every 2-3 hours. The first few hours were touch and go, but little by little, improvement was noted. His tiny lungs slowly began to function properly.
Fortunately, things improved for this beautiful calf. We named him White Lightning, reflecting the distinctive white stripe on his nose.
Miraculously, on this hot summer day, a life was saved. As you can see in the photos, we were all happy to pose with the calf, with the exception of my youngest son, KW. He fortunately has overcome his fear of reindeer. 🙂
N. Isaac Bott, DVM

 Many of the pictures I post are of Mountain West Animal Hospital’s resident reindeer. They are very docile and love the attention. Sven and Titus will pose for photos and love little children. Sven even has a fondness for the color pink.

However, not all reindeer are like this. A male reindeer’s personality changes dramatically as the breeding season approaches. Circulating levels of testosterone dramatically increase in late August. This hormone will make an otherwise tame male become a raging, grunting and aggressive mess.
A couple of years ago, I received a call from a reindeer farmer in northern Utah. He had a male reindeer that had injured the base of his antler. August heat and fresh blood are a recipe for complications due to either a severe bacterial infection and/or an infestation of disgusting maggots.
I arrived at the farm and immediately realized that the bull was in full rut. I had just left the office and, like a true nerd, had placed an external hard drive for my computer in my front pocket.
The bull was not very happy to be caught. It took three of us to restrain him while I treated his injury. His massive antlers could easily lift us off the ground and fling us in any direction desired.
Just as I finished the treatment, he broke lose. He immediately turned toward me. I had very little time to react. I stood there holding empty syringes and iodine in my hands, helpless and very much vulnerable. His attack was swift. A single charge knocked me on the ground.
I lay there struggling to catch my breath. The sudden impact of the ground on my back left me with temporary paralysis of the diaphragm which made it difficult to take a breath. When I finally did breathe, I was bombarded with excruciating pain over the left side of my chest. I reached into my pocket and removed the external hard drive. It was shattered.

I was very much defeated and beaten, but overall ok after I got on my feet. The pain was caused from two cracked ribs. Other than that, I had no further damage from the incident.
I learned my lesson that day. Rutting male reindeer cannot be trusted. They are the most dangerous animal I have ever worked with. They make a Jersey dairy bull seem like a young puppy.
I am glad I had the external hard drive in my pocket. The antlers would have easily punctured my lung and inflicted life threatening injuries.
If you ever see a male reindeer grunting, snorting and peeing on itself – STAY AWAY!

You have been warned.

And that is my take!
N. Isaac Bott, DVM

Heroes cease to exist in two ways, either through disappointment or death. If you are lucky, the later is the case.

My childhood hero just took his last breath.

As I sit here with tears streaming down my cheeks, I hope that I can eloquently articulate my feelings.

If you are lucky enough to know my uncle Jerry Bott, then you have the privilege of knowing the best person I have ever met. There is no better example of loyalty, charity and love than he was.

I grew up right across the streets from him. Our gray house faced his small white house. For my entire life growing up, I would see Jerry at least two times every day.

I owe my very life to my uncle Jerry. Once, as a curious 5 year old, I was standing in the doorway to his kitchen. Jerry had a bag of those pink chalky wintergreen disc candies. I placed one in my mouth, and somehow got it lodged inside my trachea. Jerry must have sensed my panic, but he calmly walked over and gave a firm push on my stomach and the piece of candy shot across the room.

There is no one more patient than my uncle Jerry. It would be impossible to be so. I remember every day growing up, Jerry dropping everything he was doing, even if it was sleeping following a graveyard shift, to give my little brother Seth a tractor ride down the street. I know that many days he didn’t want to do it, but he never complained a single time. He was grateful for the time to spend with Seth.

I remember my younger brother Seth having a severe seizure as a child. He was rushed to the hospital by ambulance. I was beside myself. Uncle Jerry came over and silently sat in a recliner next to me for the entire night. After an hour or so, he looked at me and said, “don’t worry Isaac, Seth is going to be ok.” He was right. Although it was a very long night, he sat there the entire time.

Years later, after a cousin of mine was killed in a car crash, we were standing at the grave side. I watched Jerry walk over and give my uncle a hug. Jerry began to sob. I could literally feel the love he had for my cousin and my uncle’s family.

While in high school, I did not know what direction I needed to go in life. Jerry one day, quietly predicted that I would become a veterinarian. I remember thinking that notion was crazy! But, as always, he was right.

In high school, following my first heartbreak, I remember sitting in his kitchen crying as I recounted what had happened. Jerry calmly looked at me and told me it would be ok. He was right, everything did turn out ok, but it was his words of comfort that calmed my troubled soul.

The corrals below Jerry’s house become filled with manure in the winter. It is at least knee deep by February. I remember one year standing in this disgusting green pool of filth with a scoop shovel. The task seemed insurmountable, the stench seemed inconceivable, and my will power seemed inaccessible. Jerry came down, calmly entered the coral and began scooping the green filth into the wagon. He looked at me and said, “Isaac, thanks for letting me help. This is one of my favorite things to do.” Now clearly, he was bluffing, but his optimism turned this job that I absolutely despised into something tolerable. Jerry was the hardest worker I have ever met.

My generous nature is because of what I learned from my sweet uncle Jerry. Over the years he has spent hundreds of thousands of dollars helping other people. He would quietly go to the grocery store and take groceries to those who needed them. He never wanted any credit for the thousands of acts of service he provided to the fortunate residents of Castle Dale, but each of us that he served are much better people because of his love.

Jerry would use his gloves until they fell apart. Holes in the fingers were fixed with duct tape. Socks that would not stay up were held in place with rubber bands. He would sew the holes in his socks where his toe would eventually wear through. He was the absolute example of personal frugality, yet he would give so much to all those around him. Watching his generosity was inspiring, but watching him go without taught me what true sacrifice is.

Jerry would sit for hours, listening to me tell him about veterinary school. I would share my triumphs and failures. He would attentively listen, and make me feel as if nothing mattered more in that moment than I did. It must have been so boring for him to have to listen to me go on and on, but he never showed it. He picked me back up when I fell down, he consoled me when I was heart broke. There are dozens of times that he comforted me and took my pain away.

I literally could write a book on all of my memories of uncle Jerry. He has been like a second father to each one of my siblings and I. We are so lucky to have had the chance to spend so much time with him.

Every hundred or so years, God smiles and sends one of his noble and great ones to earth. These individuals lift all those around them, and share the love of the Master Himself. Jerry was indeed one of those noble souls. Today, he was called back home by that Maker who gave him life.

There is one less cowboy in Castle Dale, and a saddle that is empty today, but there is a grand reunion up in heaven as he is welcomed home by loved ones.

I love you Jerry. Thank you for believing in me before I believed in myself. Thank you for teaching me to love, and give and serve. Your influence will forever remain in my heart.