If you thought I forgot all about my Orange Doofus, you underestimate my ability to over think as well as the level of anxiety that is constantly running through my veins.
I’ve been up to see him at his lease farm several times, cheered him on at a schooling show to a second place ribbon in a huge field, and spurs on him through my dentist who also services that barn and did Eeyore there right before she came to our barn to float all ours this spring. Plus the barn girls are super good at sending me all the videos and pictures I could hope for.
He has lost a TON of weight, sorely needed, and is pretty much the all star barn favorite, everyone fights to ride him gelding I knew he could be in the right situation. Which is basically the opposite of the situation he found himself living in with me.
All that good info doesn’t stop me from going off the deep end every once in a while completely out of the blue. What if they over jump him and he gets hurt? What if he has a career ending injury? Did I do right by him?
Then I remember that the day they came to meet him he came out of the pasture dead ass lame on one of his front legs (can’t recall which) and while he worked out of it he wasn’t all that sound to be honest. After being a fat pasture puff for months. So….honestly if he was lane as a pasture pet there really wasn’t much worse he could get being ridden.
Then earlier this week I got videos of him going through a grid looking like a super star. I noticed the final element was a pretty tall oxer and asked the height. 3’5”!!!!!!