Rodney trotted quietly over a jump! Yay!
It was a tiny
cavaletti cavaletto, he was on a leadline & he was hopped up on painkillers. But still, this the quietest he has ever dealt with the idea of jumping for us. Please note, I am NOT in any way advocating showing Rodney or any horse on pain meds. We did this as a diagnostic procedure only, similar to blocking the nerves to a foot & trotting the horse in hand to see where the injury is located. This was an anxiety block.
Rodney came up Saturday morning with a mildly puffy eye. The vet recommended a shot of Banamine rather than a topical. The barn medical staff took the opportunity to see if reducing the body’s inflammation changed Rodney’s reaction to a very, very small jump. It did. He came close to the classic hop & plop. He gave the exercise as much respect as it deserved – very little.
This is means two things:
A) His fussing after a jump has a physical, and therefore treatable, cause.
B) We are most likely dealing with a muscle issue rather than a system flaw since it can be blocked with such a low dose.
This is a Good Thing.
And now the philosophical question. When Rodney has a melt-down of any size [Aftermath], I fall into an immediate tailspin. I think such productive thoughts as ‘Sadness! Despair! This is hopeless. I’m hopeless. He will never amount to anything.’ When he goes well, I do not think, ‘Success! Victory! He’s wonderful. I’m wonderful. We are going to Rolex.’ Instead, I hem and haw, ‘Well, it was just one jump. He wasn’t that good. We still have to figure out what is bothering him …’ and so on.
Why are we – at least I – so quick to believe the worst and to dismiss the good?
BTW, his eye is fine. Probably got a piece of bedding lodged when he lay down.
Gratuitous Cat pic