Which, when put in black and white just plain sucks since both incidents were bum luck pasture injuries. May 2018 he ripped off half his hoof along with his shoe the day before the farrier was scheduled to come and now in May 2020 it’s the same leg again only this time due to some idiotic blunt force trauma.
As I went out to change his standing wrap Sunday morning, I was thinking that I should rehab him and then sell him. Maybe it’s just bad luck, maybe he is accident prone. Or maybe his being doesn’t jive with my horse management style. Maybe he’d be better off in a lesson program where he’d be ridden more, out less and watched more closely. Maybe then he wouldn’t be hurt so often.
And I could get another horse. One that can live outside 24/7 like my other three do and not hurt themselves constantly. I wouldn’t feel so darn stuck. Every time we make solid headway and things begin to click, he goes back into rehab and I’m screwed for months on end. I’m already dreading his return to full work and you better believe Trainer will be heavily involved when he does.
I could send him to Trainer on consignment and have her find me a new horse. One that comes pre bubble wrapped. The thought was tempting. I even mentioned it to the hubby.
|After 48 hours stall rest, standing wrap and one laser treatment his leg is finally nearly normal in size. Having the right vet make the right plan makes all the difference.|
But then I saw his big Doofusy head staring out over the stall door with his usual Doofusy expression. And then I mixed in this new fancy schamncy all natural equine anti anxiety med Hubby brought home from work for him and he took a bite, turned up his nose, took a bite and repeated until the whole thing was gone and I laughed and laughed.
I put him in the cross ties to change his standing wrap and he did some impressive yoga moves to stretch and I laughed some more.
And the nail in the selling him idea coffin?
I had a lesson planned at Trainer’s that afternoon and I found myself dreading it in a way. I was scared. The last time I rode her mare I nearly got bucked off twice. I stuck it and got kiddos from Trainer for my Velcro butt, but it wasn’t fun and it scared me. As I got ready to head out for the lesson (not knowing which horse I’d ride though suspecting it’d be the same one) it hit me: I haven’t felt fear while preparing to or while actively riding since getting Eeyore. Sometimes I’m unsure of the task at hand, sometimes I feel over faced when pointed at a BN line or a huge (to me anyway) oxer, but never fear.
Eeyore took all my riding fear away. And I had a lot of fear to get rid of.
|He always crosses his front legs when he stretches.|
So yeah he is a royal Orange PITA. He has no common sense or sense of self preservation and he is insanely accident prone. But by gosh I love that horse and I really don’t want to sit astride another long term. I want him.
Now which one of us is the real Doofus here?