The highlight of the weekend was most definitely heading to Tryon for a hunter pace with Bette and Sara! Since it’s just under 2 hours from me and there weren’t going to be any jumps to jump, I borrowed a horse from Bette and made Sara promise to let me just sit on Eeyore. Muahaha.
For the first part of the ride, I was given Bette’s little horse Finn, who I’ve always referred to as “Angel Pony” ever since he led P over terrifying Windridge starter jumps back in 2017. Bette told me the nickname always made her laugh because he’s spooky an spins in circles, but it turned out Bette CLEARLY doesn’t even know her own horse because Finn the Angel Pony (the name will stay forever) didn’t put a single foot wrong.
But when we got to the halfway point, got some water for us an the horses and prepared to get back on, I made Sara stop midway through mounting her horse because, uhhh, HALLO, it’s MY TURN.
And OMG I LUFF HIM.
In Pilgrim news, we’re at 2x/week vet vists (yaaaayyyyyy) with the vet having to scrape off unhealthy corneal tissue that’s trying to grow over the ulcer.
He needs 4 meds squirted into his eye FOUR TIMES A DAY at 6 hour intervals, which means I’m there at 8 AM, 6 PM and midnight. Oh and after each med, you need to wait 5 minutes before administering the next one. He owes me big time.
I say this tentatively, but as of this AM, he’s back in front shoes (though I figure by the time I get back out there after work, he’ll have removed them), and AGF says the Foot Hole has grown back beautifully and you can’t even tell it was there. In fact, he says the Foot Hole foot looks better than the other front foot. Go figure.
AGF recommended *not* riding him for the next couple days, but sorry AGF, this horse needs to do something so he’ll stop running around like an idiot an injuring himself. When the farm’s neighbor, whose house overlooks P’s pasture, comments that P’s more entertaining than TV, you know you’ve got a problem.
Though I did pull P out on Saturday for, what else, a contest. And despite not being ridden since February, he was the calmest horse on the farm when I flung my T-Rex’d-suited-self across his bareback pad. Which was good because I didn’t want to bother with his bridle over the bug mask, so I oh-so-effectively clipped reins to, ya know, his halter.
In Cooper news, he’s leaving to go home on the 27th so that New Horse can have a home, when/if New Horse will be found. I’ve really enjoyed riding him and hope New Horse has as much XC gusto as he does.
And in New Horse news, Trainer B & I continue to weed out horses via video. I was able to sit on a really nice horse yesterday that belongs to a friend of Bette’s, and am waiting for Trainer B to declare his opinion.