I admit it - I've been in a crappy mood all day. All weekend actually. I got a chance to ride this afternoon and found myself annoyed by two things, almost unbearably:
- The jangling of the curb chain on Farley's bit
- Farley stumbling in holes because she's not paying attention.
Then a gravel truck (double trailer) passed us, from behind, in the lane beside us, at 50 mph and shifting gears...and my little pony never even flinched. I decided that THAT was going to be the highlight of my day - that I had such a wonderful pony.
Of course that was BEFORE I walked her, on foot, 2 miles home. She just didn't feel right and I could tell she wasn't "into" it today. When she talks I listen, so I dismounted, took off her bridle and we walked.
It was not as enjoyable as it usually is - I was late for work AND I had to walk - no jogging. I had run 2 miles a couple hours earlier and cramped so bad at the end I had to resort to sitting down on the grass beside the road and pretend nothing was wrong. It took me 30 minutes to traverse the last 1/4 mile home. I was so not doing that again.
Stay with me - this post has a point.
As I stood at the stable with her, ready to leave for work I had a revelation.
Maybe she had thrush?
It's been very wet lately. it was a possibility. If it WAS thrush I was feeling very smug about noticing her very slight soreness. Just call me "connected to my pony". *self-preening*. Suddenly walking home on foot was more than just a gut feeling - there had been a reason and I had LISTENED to my pony. *more self preening*.
There wasn't anything obvious, but I kept digging and poking, and prodding.
Finally I found it - the flap of her frog came up and there was some thrush hiding out there.
Then something even more exciting happened.
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