Shoulda Stayed in Las Vegas

Six days off did nothing for the littly missy's attitude! I came back prepared with stories of woe about the poor mules that haul tourists to the bottom of the Grand Canyon and back in temps over a 100. (My equine equivalent of walking to school barefoot, uphill in the snow as a child.) Megan was less than impressed. Clearly she knows a.) I'm not going to ship her off to Arizona; b.) she'd never get a spot in the mule line up as they would throw up their hands in disgust at her prima donna ways. I never believed that my mother was going to sell me to the Indians either.

The pampered princess acted like she'd never learned to lunge much less be ridden. Rather than try to correct her on the lunge, I just kept her going forward and stayed quiet, but insistent that she would keep going until I asked her to stop. She looked like a TB motorcycling around the circle. Unlike a TB she rather quickly wore herself out and started to look pitiful. By the time she recovered her demeanor and brain she was so sweaty and blowing that I didn't add riding to the mix. Yes, I'm a sucker.

The new shoes look nice, but no determination on the ankle wound yet. It was all scabbed over but not in a way I liked. It had a kind of weird tough callous that felt squishy underneath. It didn't feel healed just grown over. I'm from the old school of wound treatment, that you make it bleed until the new flesh comes in healthy and pink. So out came the iodine scrub to get rid of the proud flesh looking granules. (Hope no one is eating and reading.) It's kind of a funny process. Since the wound is on the inside of the left hind ankle, I stand beside the right hind leg and reach across. Megan hasn't offered to kick since she was a wee thing, but no taking chances. She doesn't really know how to react to the fact that I'm causing discomfort on one leg but standing by the other, so she does nothing but snort. It looked healthier when I was done, but open again. Sure wish this would go away...

I'm disappointed that I'm not able to be more consistent with her and frankly the month of July will be almost a total loss, but unless I win the lottery such is life and I'll have to find a way to deal with it.