Alright, this is just getting ridiculous. The days move by so slowly while I’m living them, but then I look behind me and it’s been more than a week since I’ve written! It feels like so much has happened, even though my life is the most uneventful that it’s ever been.
Needless to say, I’m still lame. And it’s awful. I sit in my stall all day and all night, and I just eat hay and hope that Mommy and/or Daddy comes back again.
Now, I know what you’re thinking: it’s inhumane to keep a horse in a stall all day and all night, with only an hour or two hour breaks here and there, right? Well, let me just say from experience that my Mommy has a very good point when she says that I need to stay in, instead of going out with my friends, or even going out into a pasture by myself. (Not to mention the fact that the vet specifically said “Stall rest, with hand walking and grazing… and you can let him get the sillies out in the round pen.”)
Don’t get me wrong; Mommy knows as well as anyone does just how important and good it is for a fit, healthy horse to be able to move around and stretch and eat grass and socialize. But she also has experience with her own crazy Thoroughbred (that’s me) being lame and uncontrollable with excess energy!
You see, because the laminae inside my foot is bruised (again), it will actually inhibit healing if I work too much or go too crazy… and especially if I pound my hooves down onto a hard surface. Since I’m only supposed to have a very limited amount of work, and I can’t help misbehaving whenever I get the chance, and I’m not allowed to be turned out until my hoof is healed (but I act stupid when I’m turned out, anyway), Mommy decided that it would be in my best interest to follow the vet’s orders precisely, and force me into “Stall Rest” with “Hand Walking” and “Grazing” and “Getting The Sillies Out In The Round Pen.”
It was actually a pretty smart decision on her part, like I said before. It’s just that I feel like I’m going out of my mind.
When Mommy lets me graze and we walk around searching out the best grass, I get really excited and sometimes pull a little too hard against her to get to my next destination. And then there was the time, a few days ago, when we were grazing, and I “spooked” and took off before anyone had time to catch me!
(Would you believe me if I told you that was the second time this week that I escaped? Nah, I didn’t think you would. I guess I’ll save that story for another day.)
My Uncle Jody came out to the barn again this past weekend with his daughter, Skylar. I was so happy to get to visit with them again, but I was sad that I wouldn’t get to have as much fun with Skylar as I did before. Still, Skylar got to sit on my back as Mommy walked me around in the round pen, and then she helped Mommy chase me around for my daily dose of exercise!
Anyway, even though I get to go into the round pen each day to get out my sillies, sometimes I get carried away and I just gallop. Those are the days that I’m sore and twice as lame the next day. (I was also lame the day after I galloped in the pasture, when Mommy wanted me to graze next to Cav and Isis. Remember that?) But at least I get to stretch and play for a little while every day.
It really does make me feel much better to get out and stretch my legs. And it’s a good time to look around and see what’s going on that I would be missing if I were still in my stall.
And the good news is that I’m doing a little better every day. The stall rest is driving me nutso, but it really is helping my foot – and I can see that, so I won’t complain too much. I must admit, though, I do get a little envious when I see my friends going out to work. Today I saw Bruce with his mommy, Marlena, and their friend, Bridgid. They were all heading out to the arena for Bruce’s workout, and I wished so much that I could go with them.
I’m happy that my friends still get to work, though, because I know it won’t be long until I’m out there working, too. I know I keep saying that, but this time I definitely mean it!
So, I guess that’s all I have to say for now. I promise I won’t abandon you for so long ever again! Just please, friends, keep your hooves crossed for me that I get to go back to work soon and resume my normal life. I haven’t jumped in over two months, and I’m starting to feel an identity crisis coming on. I just don’t think I can take much more of this! I may have to find a Show Jumpers Anonymous meeting to go to, because I’m wondering whether I ever actually jumped at all, or if it was all just in my head…
Anyway, I’ll catch y’all later.