"Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby, to be picked up and laid down like a game of solitaire. It is a grand passion. It seizes a person whole and once it has done so, he/she will have to accept that his life will be radically changed." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Horses are uncertainty.

 Sunday, July 10.

8am - I dropped a check for the Olney HT in the mail.  $175.  

10:15am - Lauren and I load Fred and Tyler onto the trailer.  We're headed to Laurel Hill for a lesson with Sally.

10:25am: The truck and trailer come to a rolling stop about a quarter mile from the barn as I felt one of the horses scrambling more than he should be.  Lauren and I watch Fred unload from the back of the trailer and run towards the farm.  

10:30am: Lauren and I stand in the middle of the road looking at the trailer.  We admire how beautiful Fred looks trotting through the fields.  Then we figure out how to get Poleon free from the slightly distorted trailer.

10:35am: Lauren walks Napoleon home.  He is ok.  Fred runs through alfalfa and corn fields.  I puzzle over how Fred kicked the ramp down and why.  (I'm still puzzling over that.)  Chris, Fred, Paige, and Gale run all over the country side trying to catch my horse.  

11am:  Lauren and I take her truck back down the road so I could try to catch Fred.  Fred finally stopped running, let me catch him easily, and walked home calmly.  Lauren drove all over the country side to pick up the crew that came to our rescue.

11:15am:  Vet called.  We recapped what happened.  I made two changes to our routine.  Because it was so hot, the horses wore only their XC  boots and not shipping boots.  Also because of the heat, I tied the back doors open.  So much for being considerate of the horses in the heat.  We have no idea what caused Fred to kick his way out of the trailer.  

Noon-12:30pm:  Vet shows up.  No major injuries.  Capped right hock and scrapes.  Bute for a week and time off.  We make a plan because of course I have to leave for NY the next morning and would be away all week.

3pm:  Lauren and I go to Bentley's for food and frozen lemonades.  My truck and trailer are in the parking lot.  The rig made out better than Fred, but still needed attention from Dad.  I tried not to calculate the day's expenses.

Wednesday, July 13

Stacey Kent examined Fred.  The hocks are healing fine.  Fred's right hind suspensory, which has a history of injury, is showing signs of stress.  

Saturday, July 16

Fred jogged sound in the hocks today but the hitch is evident.  I have a call in to Stacey for an ultrasound so we can figure out what Fred's status is.  Keep your fingers crossed for us.  I am hoping for a clear answer, good or bad, after the ultrasound.  

"A horse can lend its rider the the speed and strength he or she lacks - but the rider who is wise remembers it is no more than a loan." Pam Brown.

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