Work: short walk, groom.
Report: cold & windy. I was for giving the whole thing a miss, discretion being the better part of valor, but Greg insisted on a company walk. It went as well as could be expected in this weather. Rodney was on his toes but not a turkey about it. Which is why I took the mare.
Ramblings for the Day: At least Rodney is not a troll.
Yesterday evening, Greg misunderstood the weather forecast and blanketed for a night that was 15o colder. Whereupon, Rodney got a dopey look on his face and fell into a warmth coma. The way you would feel after spending a day outside, coming inside, changing into dry jammies, and diving into a mug of hot soup. Mmmmmm. Apparently, Rodney was cold yesterday, which may have contributed to his mood. The irony is that I thought I was keeping him warm. I left his night blanket on until therapy time and walked him in his wool cooler. I am slowly getting the message that he really, really likes to be warm.
Greg also reminded me that when we tried him, it was high summer. The first day of the clinic was one of those agonizingly hot days when horse and rider both question why they are at the barn rather than lying quietly in a cool, shady place, swishing their tails. Rodney was a star that day.
I have a friend in Colorado who can’t believe I blanket my horses at all, given our average daily temperature. I can’t imagine what she would say about a horse sporting a wool cooler at 53o and sunny. No, he is not clipped. In his defense, weak though it might be, he has a thin, TB coat.
In Terry Pratchett‘s Discworld, trolls are a civilized race – in cool weather. As the temperature goes up, the silicon in their brains heats up, and their thoughts slow down. As the temperature goes up, Rodney becomes quite civilized. In cold weather, his mind might as well be made of stone, a particularly micaceous, i.e. flaky, form of stone.