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And Now We Wait…

WARNING: Some pictures in this post are disgusting.

Both vet and farrier came out yesterday to do x-rays and see if a shoe could get put back on P’s broken foot.

Yum yum

He walked out of the stall much better than when he went into it a week ago (he hasn’t left it at all and was getting his bandage changes in there), which was a relief, and the vet unwrapped his foot to take a look.


Barf. The white grainy stuff is a mixture of MSM/sugar, just FYI. The good news is that the pack, bandage, and SMZs have been doing their job in keeping infection away.

Then the vet took x-rays and I held my breath.


The x-ray showed that no bone was damaged in P’s wild crosstie escapade, which makes his prognosis excellent. The laminae is a little inflamed, which is to be expected, so I’m to continue with the betadine/sugar/MSM applications under his wrap.

Then it was time to see if a shoe could get back on there to help relieve some pressure.

Dream Team

And after going back and forth with the farrier, who will from now on be referred to as Almighty Genius Farrier (AGF) because he rocks, AGF was able to fashion and attach a shoe to what’s left of the hoof.


You could clearly see the relief on P’s face when he found he was able to put weight on that leg for the first time in 7 days. The vet and AGF watched him walk up and down the barn aisle and the difference was immediate.

So P will remain on SMZs, bute, and daily bandage changes. He *should* be able to go out in a small paddock or the round pen in the next couple of days. I actually had to ace him after AGF/vet left, because he was like, “Uhhh, no thanks, I’m actually fine now” when I put him back in his stall. BO joked that we should take off the shoe, but I already paid for that sucker, so I said she could just kick the hole if he gets out of line. And I’m only half-kidding, if we’re being honest.


I’m really not looking forward to changing the bandage from here on out, though. Before, I did it from the bottom of the foot and never made direct eye contact with the exposed soft tissue. Now I have to go through the front and pull the pads through the hole. Which makes me want to gag just thinking about it. Thanks, P.

At least this is healing up

The vet/AGF will come back out in 4 weeks to do another set of x-rays and reset his special shoe. So in the meantime…we, uh, wait, I guess.

Not going to lie…I was so nervous to put him back in cross-ties, given what happened the last time he was in here
But spring is on it’s way so cross-tying is sort of necessary, I guess

As for a new ride, I’m still sort of in limbo. Trainer B wants me to try out this one horse that’s semi-local to me, so that will be happening this coming weekend, weather permitting. Otherwise the tentative plan (work permitting, this time) is to head back to VA at the end of March to catch ride my friend’s horse, C,  in the MDHT Starter Trials at BN, and then bring him home with me. C is the horse I rode when I visited a couple weeks ago, and I really enjoyed him.

We’ll see what happens. In the meantime, I can be found stuffing betadine soaked pads through the hole in my horse’s foot, while furiously rubbing WunderHoof all over what’s left of it and shoving Farrier’s Formula Double Strength pellets down his throat.

Me to P for the rest of his life



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Thanks Y’all

Seriously- thanks so much for all the comments I got on the last post. I read each and every single one, but really just couldn’t even respond to any of them. The whole thing just majorly sucks. I also really appreciate all the texts I got. This community is the best.

I took a 4 day weekend trip to Nashville for a friend’s bachelorette party, and one of the boarders so generously changed P’s bandage daily. I felt guilty leaving, but have had my plane ticket since September so wasn’t going to miss it. It was definitely a good break from agonizing over his stupid foot nonstop.

The highlight definitely being GOAT YOGA. This little guy is 4 weeks old and the biggest snuggler ever. Husband is lucky American Airlines doesn’t allow goats on planes.
The 5 seconds I attempted to participate in the yoga part and Logan was still trying to snuggle. OMG.

And Husband was awesome and let me talk to P via FaceTime. Because…that’s not weird, right?


I did see him yesterday and he’s still incredibly sore. The upside of his not wanting to move is he’s super quiet in his stall (and for once his stall isn’t a total disaster…silver lining?), the downside is the boredom must be unfathomable. So we do little things like stick pieces of apple in his bucket to keep him entertained.


The vet and farrier are coming today as a team- P’s foot will get some x-rays and hopefully there will be some sort of shoe put on to support his foot more evenly and take some pressure off the injured area while the rest of it grows back.

After that is anyone’s guess. UGH HORSES.


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Help Needed….ASAP

So yesterday this happened:

This is what happens when you don’t pay attention for 0.02 seconds and your horse steps on a rein 😦


No fixing that mess

And there’s no replacing just the piece because naturally it’s the strap that’s attached to the browband. Because OF COURSE.


So I hopped on Lund’s website to order a new one and….


With the same message showing for every horse size snaffle bridle. I emailed them to see when they were expected back in stock, but, well, I sort of need a bridle NOW. The only other bridle I have is P’s XC bridle. Because it’s only used for XC, it has the gag on it and I can’t find the regular cheek pieces to attach his regular bit to it. So we may be doing our trot sets today in a gag #FAIL

I really need to order one today, as I’m going out of town for the weekend (to ride horses in VA!) and when I get back, don’t want P to have even more days off. SO HELP ME.


I’m torn between two worlds right now. On one hand, I could just order a cheap-ish bridle from SmartPak until I can replace the Lund one (because I do love the Lund), OR I could fulfill an old wish and get the PS of Sweden High Jump bridle that I’ve sort of drooled over forever.


But I have some concerns with the P.S. of Sweden- first, I have no idea what size to order. P wears a regular horse size in the Lund, but I did need to punch some holes in the noseband in order to make it fit. Also, can I even event in the thing without a throatlatch? Or would I need to buy one? Will the swooped browband look totally stupid on P? How do you even put that thing together?


Then there’s the color thing. On the PS of Sweden website, it looks like a normal chocolate brown that would match well with my Voltaire saddle.


But when I went on the Farmhouse website (since it’s more local than, ya know, SWEDEN), and clicked brown, THIS picture popped up.


If anyone has the PS of Sweden bridle, do you love it and think it’s worth the price tag? Any other brands you think are must-haves to check out? Once I find something that works, I tend not to deviate, but I also don’t want to order a product on backorder and be waiting a long time so if I’m going to experiment…the time is NOW. Besides good leather, my only requirement is that it NOT have a fixed tab for a flash.


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Riding Healed P has been completely different than riding Rehabbing P. To the outsider, though, everything probably looks about the same: we still mostly trot in straight lines, we still walk a lot, but I feel a lot more confident in the saddle- like I’m not going to break him should I make any sudden movements.

Me during rehab rides

And the other night, we attempted this for the first time in forever:

So exciting, right? No? Well, it was to me. It’s the little things right now. Just humor me.

Since P is now typically calmer than he was when he was stalled (I say “typically” because our last ride was quite, uh, explosive), I’m doing a lot more work in two-point and, for the first time in months, put my stirrups up to jump length and my legs definitely felt the effects.

When you match, you take pictures
Our horses quickly grew tired of us

Definitely a big difference is that he’s no longer sedated for turnout or riding. While he was never drugged out of his mind or anything, and definitely needed ace to take the edge off during that last stretch of stall rest/rehab, I was never comfortable on him while he was “under the influence.” Now we can get back to our regularly scheduled programming, aka, seeing how much he’ll put up with me. Like so:

P: “Uh, wut?”
“This is new.”
“Fine, hooman.”
“Why me?”

And he’s trying to spread the love and desensitize others as well. BO caught this video while she was trying to work with a horse who was nervous about trailer loading- P thought he’d be super helpful and bounce his ball repeatedly next to the trailer. Always so thoughtful.

While I wish more mind-blowing things were happening, I’ll take the trot poles and the shenanigans for now. T-16 days until we have lift-off again!

Hopefully we can have a little less overachieving going on.
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Sitting On My Hands

Thanks for all the congratulatory messages! I’m now considering a career in rehabbing horses. Since clearly I ROCK AT IT.


Friday I went out to the barn with a renewed sense of purpose. I wasn’t rehabbing anymore, I was training. Sure, our ride didn’t look drastically different (except I threw a few very drunk looking leg yields into the mix), but I FELT different. We weren’t aimlessly wandering around the arena so those tendon fibers would align….because they, ya know, already have.

So work, baby, work

I think P could definitely feel the energy shift as well, because he seemed much more businesslike than usual. Or maybe it’s because he’s finally not drugged. After the last couple months, I have no idea why people would want to ride a drugged horse. It sucked.

These moments are still few and far between, but he’s trying!

Above are a couple very cherrypicked still frames from the below video that was taken on Friday. But despite the moments of short steps and falling on his forehand, the old fancy P is still in there and comes out in short bursts.

The day after P got cleared, S also got cleared to go back into work. So the Stall Rest Twins will now be conditioning together as well! BO and I are hoping to trailer out to the sandhills to get some trail riding done on sand-based trails, since around here is just a mud factory.

P & S, with B in the middle. It was a gray OTTB gelding party on Sunday.
So we threw a bay mare in the mix, who soaked up ALL the attention from her minions
From smallest to tallest, except P was too busy looking like a stoner to show his true height

So we’ve got all the fitness happening at the moment. I even spent an entire hour on my horse on Sunday- which was the longest time spent in the saddle for the past several months. And then P will start jumping March 1st. Which I CANNOT WAIT FOR.

Bring it on!

I’m so excited that I literally can’t stop talking about being back out competing. Poor Husband has had to endure listening to me list all the possible events I can go to this upcoming spring, though I’m pretty sure he still won’t be able to tell the difference between VA Horse Trials and Windridge (both of which are topping my list right now).

VA, where I’ve never ridden before, but am dying to
Though Windridge is definitely a fave of mine

Needless to say, it’s been hard to slow my roll. I want to do all the things and I want to do them right now. But obviously I’m not, as building P’s fitness level back up slowly is going to be key. Not to mention my own. I’ve stayed plenty fit off of horses, but riding is a whole ‘nother level, as we all know.

I can get 130# above my head but I can’t sit the trot. Excellent.

It’s definitely a little nervewracking, not knowing exactly when to push P and when to back off. I work out 4-5 days/week, and typically don’t feel intense muscle soreness for about 24 hours after a particularly tough workout. So I’m keeping that in the back of my head when I feel him want to break or stop, and I’ll ask for just a few more strides before calling it quits. I also make sure to give him plenty of walk breaks and time in between doing things like poles and trot sets. 

And we’re not even looking so much like this anymore

Life in general has been so much easier now that he’s outside, because I don’t feel the enormous pressure that I did when he was stalled. When he was inside, I was his only hope of getting out so I made sure to get there every day that I possibly could, rain or shine, hot or cold. I probably missed less than 10 days total out of the 150+. So him being outside has definitely been a relief because if I can’t get to the barn, he still can walk around and be like a real horse.

And oversee farm projects:

He’s still in the round pen, as the pastures just aren’t dry enough for mine and BO’s liking. And I know he’s bored in there, though he’s actually not missing much, as the horses in the pasture don’t really even have grass to eat, and spend their days munching on hay the same as he does.

The other horses don’t have a giant red ball like he does, though.

But since it is a smaller space than a typical pasture, I’m making it my mission to get on him every day that I can. Not necessarily to work on specific things, but to keep those muscles from getting too stiff. Not to mention build back that cardio system.

So that running XC when it’s 90+ degrees outside will still be doable

It’s a bit of a slow period in my immediate area as far as dressage shows/CTs go, but we’re planning on joining in with some barnmates at a local hunter show or two, just to get off the property. BO has a student who needs some exposure riding off property, so I’ll be tagging along for those field trips as well.

So even though I’m dying to pick up where we left off, all I can actually do is babble about it for now.


Though here’s how you know things are getting serious…

Trailer is cleaned out, re-organized and ready for adventure

And even more importantly:

Totally ready for XC now.


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Cut Loose

P had his 10 week checkup at Tryon yesterday. At this point he’s up to 5 minute trot sets, has been cantering for 4 weeks and outside for 2. So it was time to see if the tendon has been able to handle it.

Actual picture of me before P’s appointment

Dr. H stayed very quiet during the ultrasound and it took all my self control to keep my own self the same. Then he stood up and said, “This is my favorite part.”


We went back through P’s original scans and he showed me each view then compared to now.

August 30th. All that black inside the red circle is BAD
January 31st. The white is scar tissue and it all healed in PERFECT alignment. Dr. H:” You don’t get better than this.”
August 30th. That black spot in red was BAD. Dr. H said this was the view where it looked the worst, like “Pac Man had come and taken a big bite out of it.”
January 31st. Dr. H’s exact words were, “You can’t even really see where it was. I’d have a hard time knowing it was ever there if I wasn’t looking for it.”



Which means rehab is officially DONE. FINITO. Now comes conditioning!

Bring back dat booty!

So for the next 30 days, P has trot sets every other day, first 6 minutes than 7 minutes, with 2 minutes in-between. And on non-trot set days, he is cleared for full flat work: transitions, lateral work, trot poles, etc. And when the mud dries up, he can go on trails and do hill work.

So what comes next after 30 days? JOMPIES!

Maybe this should be our first jump back? I KID

Starting with a cross-rail on a straight approach and a straight landing, then adding in more jumps (gymnastics), then re-introducing large turns before anything crazy like rollbacks.

None of this juuu-uust yet

He wants a picture of P at his first event back, which I took as my official “You-Don’t-Actually-Need-To-Retire-Him” blessing.

Thank goodness because this is FUN

We’re coming back!



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Discussion Board: Biggest Fears

When I came back to riding as an adult (at age 25), my immediate fear was falling off. My days of youthful invincibility were long behind me and I would find myself holding back on things that, as a kid/teen, wouldn’t have made me think twice, like cantering a fresh horse or raising a jump past itty bitty. As an adult/wife/mom, getting hurt means doctor’s bills, missing work, and making my family’s life quite a bit harder. And death would suck. So I’d let myself “go there,” and envision the consequences of taking a risk. And it limited me for a LONG time.

“Whoa, this trotting is out of control,” – Me, probably (circa 2010)

Enjoy this absolute blast from the past at my expense. This is EIGHT YEARS ago, on the first horse I owned, Jester. I think this was his second time jumping ever, but seriously…WTF am I doing?!

So anyway. Clearly Jester was a saint, right? But if he so much as looked at me sideways, I was all, “Better be safe and not ride.” Because clearly he was out for blood.

Like that time he toted my 3 year old around in his first leadline class. Total maniac.

Yep, my self-preservation instincts were incredibly high, to say the least. As long as I stuck to only doing safe stuff on safe horses, I’d be totally fine.

Then I broke my ankle JOGGING IN A GYM.

Clearly we’re meant to be. We even sync up our injuries

Really, though. My fears have definitely changed over the years, as I got comfortable with riding again. I no longer think about falling off or get freaked that my horse could spook. I don’t look at fences (ok, except tables) and think, “What if we crash and get hurt?”

Like when I FREAKED over this “table” at our first BN, then after it was all over, Amanda pointed out that it was an option #AdultAmmyProblems

Oooohhh no. That’d be way too rational of a fear. Instead, I make sure to keep things as mentally disabling as possible and instead have this nagging knot of doom in my stomach that I’ll never be any good.

No idea why I have this fear. Oh right. Because this was supposed to be a ONE STRIDE


I also specialize in getting left behind
But only if I’m not trying to make out with P’s neck. Because THAT’S a good look.

It took me two years of bopping P over things like this these…


…before I was comfortable with anything else. A lot happened in those 2 years that set us back and while logically I realize those were valuable lessons I learned (albeit, the hard way), I’m a bit resentful that I essentially wasted “so much” time.

Like when I finished this XC course with a huge smile on my face, and was then made fun of by my trainer at the time that it was “just starter.” Ya, totes helpful.

I remember the day the still-new-to-me-trainer-who-is-terrifyingly-better-than-I-will-ever-be set the below exercise and I almost fainted at the height:

And once I realized that this guy wasn’t going to spend lessons making fun of me or insinuating that the horse was so much better than I was, I starting filling that role on my own and continuously put myself down. I’d do it to take the sting out of messing something up, but I’m starting to see that while yes, it’s ok to make fun of yourself, moderation is key. I have the tendency to take things way too seriously, so I swung the exact opposite way, which, turns out, is just as unhelpful.

Me, always

Because (takes deep breath)… while riding is and always will be just a hobby for me, I do want to move onwards and upwards. Do bigger and more technical things. So I stopped looking at jumps and telling myself how large they were. Sometimes that meant not looking at the jump altogether (#survivaltactics), but it mostly meant making a conscious effort to be less self-deprecating. When I’d get directed to ride a certain exercise that looked daunting, instead of saying something like, “Ok, watch this me screw this up royally,” I’d swallow any sarcastic response and just say, “Ok.”

Props to me: I DO have excellent eq while riding blind in a T-Rex suit.

And for while, P & I were definitely headed in an upward trajectory.

I got braver about pushing myself out of my comfort zone while riding on my own:

Like when I set jumps to 3′ without thinking

Buckled down in lessons, including switching to working solely with Trainer B to help fill in some foundational/dressage holes we had:


FINALLY started riding more forward:


Dragged P to jumper shows so I could get some additional course time over larger fences:



Stall rest for eternity

And I tried to stay in riding shape with BO’s awesome guy, S.


Which worked for a couple months. I even took him to his first ever HT at BN, which alone was a huge mental win for me, considering it had taken me 2 years to get there with my own horse.


But S found himself on stall rest along with P after a series-of-unfortunate events involving a joint injection gone wrong and a confrontation with a copper head.

Because gray horses suck

And I found myself despairing again.

There’s only so much of THIS that one person can take

So I’m back in my hole of I’ll-Never-Be-Any-Good, as irrational as it may be, and will probably remain here until I can get back to doing anything besides w/t around an arena for 35 minutes.

So in the meantime, since misery loves company, I’ve GOT to know:

What’s YOUR biggest fear?


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Weekend Fun

This was the first dry(ish) weekend that I can remember in a long time, so naturally it was ALL spent at the barn.

Saturday I spent the ride time re-installing the half-halt on P. Thanks to some (expected) weakness, he either trots like a bat out of hell or he stops. It was nice to ride with some purpose for once! It was also the first time he’s been ridden with NO ace in his system and he was a rockstar. Being outside has completely made all the difference.

Totally more fun to ride with friends, too

Then I spent a good hour designing and creating a new jump course for, well, everyone else to enjoy.

Though no one was too happy with my jump heights and they all eventually got lowered. Still was good to know I still see 2’6″ and 3′ as the same thing for when I get back to jumping

The arena at the barn is amazing. Perfect footing no matter how much rain gets dumped on it, and the owners are meticulous about watering and dragging it. Even though I’m dying to ride outside again, I’m incredibly thankful I still get to ride at all, thanks to this place.

My jump course! And a gymnastics on the side. I spot a grey stalker in the top right corner

Sunday I went out and played jump crew/instructor for BO and got to experience the joy of yelling, “GO FASTER” repeatedly. And then I got to see, from the non-riding perspective, how much of a difference a more forward canter really does make. Gave me more of an appreciation for Trainer B, since the poor guy has probably yelled that at me 2 zillionty times.

Riding on my own…
Versus when I know I’m being watched

Then everyone else was done riding and I was facing a rehab session alone in the arena. The time whips by when I’m riding with others, but draaaaags on when I’m alone. So I brought an old friend with me.

And P was all, “Hey, I know you!” and nuzzled it

P hasn’t seen T-Rex since June of last year, so I figured this would be the perfect time. No sedation, it was cold and windy, plus BO, her husband, my husband, and her father-in-law were cutting down a huge tree just right up the driveway from the arena. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Husband had a blast helping cut down this massive beast

So I pulled out the suit and put it on in front of P, to see how he’d react and…

I ended up not getting on him in the end. While P was fine with the suit, S (who was in the pasture across from the arena) was definitely not ok with it- there was much running, bucking, and snorting and I didn’t want to be in a precarious situation, should P choose to be persuaded to follow suit. He probably would’ve been just fine, based on how he was when I took off the suit and hopped on, but still, it was only day 2 of no sedation.

It was phenomenal to see that the old P was still in there- undeterred by blowup suits, disappearing humans, all during the chaos of huge tree branches falling which was causing other horses to take off. I definitely think he can remain unsedated for rehab from now on.


He goes back this Thursday for his 10 week re-check, and we’ll see what’s in store for us after that!


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2018 Cost Recap

Because I love torturing myself, for the last couple years I’ve broken down my annual expenses. Why? NO CLUE BUT I KEEP DOING IT. So without further ado:

Boarding: $8,200

I board at an incredible facility and pay $650/month, but since P has been on stall rest for the last few months, I pay extra to help with the cost of extra bedding and hay.


Farrier: $1,680

P gets shod with steel shoes w/clips on all 4 feet every 5 weeks and my farrier is amazing. Since P’s suspensory thing, he’s had to have his hind feet in egg bar shoes but I don’t think that’s permanent.

That time he twisted his shoe (on his RH naturally) and was stepping on the clip…and it took both BO’s husband and I to get it off

Registration/Memberships: $234

This really just includes USEA and USRider annual fees.

Insurance: $804


Tack/Gear: $1,761

I actually didn’t spend too much throughout the year, and didn’t have any major purchases like a saddle, but I DID go a little nuts around Black Friday.

Such as my new tootsie wrappers

Supplements: $700

For the first half of the year P was on SmartCalm, FatCat and U-Shield. I discontinued the SmartCalm/FatCat a few months ago, but he’s stayed on the U-Shield consistently. I *did* just order MagRestore to see if it will help with his aversion to being groomed.

P when he sees a brush or the hose come out

Shows/Schooling Fees: $2,554

Last good show with P before his diagnosis

In 2018, P went to 7 shows and I took S to 2, then XC schooling 2x. This also includes stall fees/RV hookups fees, since I didn’t spend one penny on hotels (thanks to my fab trailer).

Lessons/Training Rides/Coaching: $2,775

I pay a lot of money to hear “Go faster” on a loop.

Totally kidding. Trainer B’s coaching/training/riding is worth every penny.

Trainer B’s assistant trainer, courtesy of If the Bonnet Fits

Horse Trailer Reno: $751

Another expense completely worth it. That includes all the supplies Husband needed to transform my dressing room into a fabulous mini-LQ, as well as things like the curtains, mini-fridge and lights.


Vet: $1,549

Ouch. About $1,000 of that was just diagnostics (pre-Tryon Hospital) with 2 different vets, the hock injections, etc. P was diagnosed with the suspensory injury from Tryon Equine Hospital, and they’ve done all his follow up, which has cost $3,162 so far, but thanks to insurance, after my deductible of $375 I just send them all my invoices!

Finally outside!

Truck: $8,928

As always, this isn’t strictly a horse expense, since I do use the truck for daily driving. But I *definitely* wouldn’t have this truck if I didn’t have a horse.

Even though I love my Big Dustina, youz iz expeeeensive, gurl

Total: $31,116

Compared to 2017, where I spent $43,945 (truck included), it’s an improvement but still…


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Two posts in a row with the title all in caps. Obnoxious, maybe, but also totes necessary. Because P went outside and didn’t die!


I got to the barn at 1, gave P a generous dose of Ace, then grabbed the bottle of wine BO had thoughtfully gifted me and headed down to the arena to distract myself while the drugs kicked in.

This is why I love boarding at an adults-only barn

Thanks to a few awesome friends + the most hilarious group text ever, the 45 minutes of waiting for the Ace to take effect passed by in a flash. Michele, Sara, and Bette– you guys absolutely rock.

Like this gem. They had me in stitches for several hours

Then IT WAS TIME. Since August 30th, every time P has stepped outside his stall, I’ve been tethered to him in some way. Either I’m ON him or hanging on to him. So unclipping that lead rope and backing away was really hard. It was harder to exit the round pen than it was to drop my kid off on his first day of school. Maybe that makes me a terrible mom or too attached to my horse, but hey, just being honest here.

Hay stretcher + alfalfa cubes = horse crack

P was too obsessed with the mash BO had made him to do anything but stand there and gulp it down. Once he finished, I fully expected fireworks to start then…


He swung the feed pan around for a little while, then once he realized it was actually gone and started walking around, I tensed up, because surely this was it….


And that’s really the whole shebang. He got to stay out for a total of 4 hours, which was more than I expected. The vet had said a few hours, depending on how he acted. But even though the Ace surely didn’t last that long, he still kept his brain, even when horses around him started running. He did have a mini-spook when he was right next to the barn dog and she started barking. But it was 4 steps then he got distracted by hay.


And when I went down to the arena to set cross-rails for a couple of people riding, he just stared at me like the stalker he’s always been.


I figured once he got away from me, he’d be in heaven. For 5 months now, my presence has meant a prick of the needle, monotonous walking/trotting around the arena, then being locked back in his stall. So this moment was gold for me:

He’ll hang in the round pen for awhile until the pastures dry out more, but between horses surrounding him, the never-ending hay BO supplies, the grass around the edges of the round pen, and the general outside-ness of it all, I think P’s going to enjoy this next phase of rehab.

Plus he’s now going to canter for TWO minutes every other day.