Are you enjoying being on this emotional roller coaster with me? It seems to be a hell of a ride, because I can’t seem to get off it.
I got out to the barn delighted to see a fairly tight leg with no heat, but added polo wraps just in case. Then we started our dressage lesson last night with thunder clouds looming in the distance. We walked and chatted about how horrible the last 3 weeks have been and talked about what we would work on that day.
And then we trotted.
And he was lame.
And then the storm rolled in and we retreated to the covered, and almost made it before the wind kicked up and tried to rip the gutter off the roof. I thanked my terrified pony for not dumping me and heading for the hills and dismounted.
Basically we stood under the covered until the lightning made everyone jump before retreating to the barn to discuss our options. Tomorrow will be day 10 since the hock injections, and ideally the magic period where the effects peak and he feels good. Unfortunately that doesn’t seem to be the case. It doesn’t help that I found out later that Foster did a little more self-exercising the night before, fussing with a gelding on the other side of the fence. He’s now been moved to a different paddock and hopefully will decide to be chill and eat grass like a normal horse.
Too bad Foster’s not a normal horse. Oh well.
I keep looking at my calendar, in vain hoping more days will insert themselves between now and the clinic. I keep reviewing my iPhone video of him lunging and willing that back right to look 100%.
I keep wishing I didn’t have to write this darned email to the clinic organizers.
Sorry y’all for bringing you along on the sad train! Hopefully positive days are ahead of us.