Colic scare. Lots of walking. Lots of checking. Little sleep. Why do these things always happen at night? Rodney’s fine. Going back to bed. See ya tm. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Gratuitous Kitten Pic To enter this house is to become content. Your raygun eyes will not save you.
Category Archives: Horse Care
And Yet More Existential Blathering
As you might have suspected, I told the story of my first reverse epiphany for a reason. A week ago, I had another of my Rodney-inspired tailspins. Hubby was lunging & Rodney was being a dork. His behavior might even have been considered progress. The dorkiness was more from TB enthusiasm than tension. In spiteContinue reading “And Yet More Existential Blathering”
Dog Walks
Exercise sucks. Four years at a jock school did not change my opinion. Under protest, I bike, I swim, I stretch. I have yet to come in contact with an endorphin. I know I must persevere if I do not wish to be stove up. Exercise is easier under the influence of an external agency,Continue reading “Dog Walks”
Liberty Mare Redux
As I type, Mathilda is eating hay in her pen with, gasp, the door open. Rodney is in the stall to a) keep him out of the way & b) keep her close to home. After her escape at the end of last month [Jailbreak], we had to admit that she was strong enough toContinue reading “Liberty Mare Redux”
A Line in the Grass
Standard writing advice says write what you know. Lately, I’ve known a lot of grass time. Since we mowed the field, Mathilda has been a complete PIA about grazing. Nothing seems to please her. The mowed part is too short. The unmowed part is too long. She’s turned into Goldilocks with a mane. The realContinue reading “A Line in the Grass”
EEEE-ouch!
After two years, we are still learning things about Rodney. The newest revelation: he does NOT like liniment. It’s ironic because we were trying to be nice. Hubby did the same PT/lunging session as last weekend [Vewy, Vewy]. He ended with several runs through a triple cavaletti. Rodney bounced through perfectly the first time andContinue reading “EEEE-ouch!”
Be Vewy, Vewy Quiet …
… we’re hunting pwogwess. Wodney, er Rodney, may not be a waste of pasture space for the rest of his days? It’s too early to break out the tack, but Hubby may have made progress on Rodney’s back. As one might expect, his back is turning out to be central to his whole way ofContinue reading “Be Vewy, Vewy Quiet …”
Virtual Brush Box 