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Topaz Dreams Posted on July 21, 2018 by FigureJuly 21, 2018 3

A friend tagged me in a local equestrian network’s regular ad posting.

Hm. Interesting. I clicked through.

This feels like looking at a younger version of Confetti. Seriously trippy.

I emailed, told myself I’d wait a week, and made it not quite two days before calling. Since we already had a vacation planned up north coming soon, maybe we could see her on Sunday before heading home? Indeed, that would be fine. Bless my partner for being totally okay with derailing vacation to look at a pony. In his sporty little car. Oops.

We went. We looked. I remembered that normal horses don’t do trot-outs. She was a little lazy in the 100 degree heat. Me too, pony, me too.

Came home (dodging new California fire by off-roading in said sports car – woops! Poor car had a rough day) texted pony mentor, eventually got a chance to chat with her in person and confirm I’d asked all the questions she had.

Halter broke? Check. Picks up feet? Check. Straight legs, good feet? Check. Very Haflingery attitude? BIG check. Also, a ton of hair. Don’t buy a horse for their looks, but a pretty face is always a plus.

Contemplated. Talked to folks. Contemplated more.

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Ruthlessly exclude

Topaz Dreams Posted on July 16, 2018 by FigureJuly 16, 2018 4

My long-term horse plans have come to terms with owning a semi-retired endurance pony. She’s not anywhere near ready to retire yet. Competition isn’t happening, though. We’ll mosey about on trails for as long as she’s happy doing so. Silly girl continues to head out enthusiastically on our trail rides and I don’t foresee that changing.

I do look periodically at horses that friends link me. “What a nice horse,” I’ll comment, and zero interest in pursuing. I’m not horse shopping. Ruthlessly exclude is the name of the game around here. I don’t need a second horse. But. I know how easy it is to lose an older horse for unforeseeable reasons: two of the herd I claim as mine have gone the last few years. Neither was 30 yet. Both should have made it there.

I believe there’s value in letting an older horse help mentor a young one. Proper manners. River crossings. Dogs, runners, motorcycles, shopping carts.. all the random stuff we see on the trails out here.

So. Ruthlessly exclude, zero pressure to buy. I’d like to pick something up in the next five years or so as Fetti slows down. Or might slow down. She may refuse to slow down until 35! That also fits in with other overall life plans, and my partner and I had a pony-goals discussion. This impacts him too, he’s been super supportive of my endeavors with Fetti, and if I’m committing to 30+ years with a second horse, I want to make sure he’s on board.

The list?

  1. Haflinger mare. I like mares. I could probably be talked into a gelding, though. I also like the Haffie breed and have concluded I don’t want to ride the average flighty Arab. I like something a bit slower.
  2. 2-6 years old. I have a 20something mare already. She is not getting any younger. I don’t want to be repeating this in 10 years, and I do believe that if I’d started with her younger we might have had more success or at least an easier time. That said, I’m not equipped to deal with something much younger than 2. I much prefer seeing them in pasture at that age. (For those of you wondering what business I have with a young horse.. I have mentors helping me out who have raised horses. It’s not something I’d attempt completely alone.)
  3. No taller than 14’2. Short, please!
  4. Good brain. Self-explanatory.
  5. Not super narrow. I’ve ridden a narrower horse recently and it didn’t work for me. I’m sure I’d get over it, but why bother if I can rule out ones I’m not thrilled with?
  6. Good legs. Good feet. No history of founder. No health issues.
  7. Sportier-built Haffie. Again: could I get a drafty horse through rides? Probably. But why, if I can make it slightly easier from the outset?
  8. Halter broke. Any prospect is 2+, they should have been handled some.
  9. Located in a driveable distance. Most are out east and I don’t want to buy a horse sight-unseen or have to ship cross-country.

End goal: another endurance Haffy. I’m entirely aware not all horses have a desire to do endurance and given the age range I can’t effectively know. But I can stack the completion odds in my favor a bit.

I would like to get back to this someday.

I’ve looked at a number of horses. Arab/Haffie cross? Meh. Gelding. Didn’t excite me. Another Arab-Haffie cross? Another gelding with a lack of enthusiasm on my part. 8 year old across the country? Looks nice but not what I’m looking for. Casual looking, occasionally searching to see what’s out there. There just aren’t that many Haffies for sale in CA.

Incidentally, I did the same thing looking for a new house-rental. No time pressure, just keeping eyes open for a while. And eventually, something falls into your lap.

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Status update

Topaz Dreams Posted on July 11, 2018 by FigureJuly 11, 2018  

Hock injections, round two. It was time. She already appears much more comfortable.

We also tested for Cushings. Negative.

She’s picking at her hay more than I’d like. Her weight is good. She is no longer an air fern inhaling all the hay instantly and that worries me some.

She still has a bit of a cough. That worries me too. I may be overly concerned about her coughs, but I do have a history there. We may head to Davis at some point this summer just to rule things out. Naturally, once I made that mental commitment she went back to only an occasional cough. Sigh.

Also, I bought a new browband and it is fabulous.

Fetti is incredibly content being lead trail pony for the baby. We have been walking walking walking everywhere. Now we’re throwing in some trot bursts. I’m dabbling with the idea of trying conditioning sets when we go solo.

Here’s the thing: she’s perfectly happy and fit on the flats. We did a seven-mile walking ride with steps and hills, and she came out to arena turnout the next day and absolutely flew around. She felt great! (YoungPony, however, was rather tired.)

We did a solo ride maybe a week or two prior. She wants to go. Then I add hills and her breathing is.. it’s that sort of ‘need to cough but not quite there’ feeling. She was less willing to zoom. She wanted to but her lungs(?) weren’t working with her. It doesn’t feel entirely like a fitness issue, though I’m sure that would probably help. End result is that I think we really are done competing, much as I dabble with the idea of getting her back to that point. I love riding her. I love hanging out with her. It is not worth it to me to exacerbate whatever she has going on.

We’re still working on fitness, though! It’s good for her, it’s good for me, it keeps us happy. It just isn’t the push I’d be doing for competition.

I am thankful for every day I get with this horse.

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2017 summary

Topaz Dreams Posted on January 2, 2018 by FigureJanuary 2, 2018 6

Oh hey. I’m still here. Fetti’s still sound.  Unfortunately, ‘we walked circles in the dark for 30 minutes’ doesn’t make for a very good blog post.

2017 started off with serious California weather. It rained. It rained some more. It caused absolute havoc in my commute when half the highway was closed for weeks. Months? It was a long time and taking 3+ hours to go 30 miles really, really sucks.  Thankfully it wasn’t like that all the time, but I never really knew how bad it would be.

The day of the first major mudslide was the day the barn flooded. I made it to work, turned around, and headed pretty much straight back home to relocate ponies. It’s good I did; I drove past the mudslide and the flipped car on my way over. The road was closed for a good chunk of the day after that while they tried to figure out what to do.

By March we got fed up with being landlocked and hiked to the park with the ponies. The difference in the trails was incredible. Sadly, we didn’t get trail access back until I believe early July. It’s tough to motivate myself to head out on the busy road, so we moseyed a lot. Round pen. Lunging. Mosey mosey mosey.

We had a really fabulous lesson with Kate. Really fabulous. Need to repeat more than once yearly.

It was extra-tough to motivate myself because Fetti’s dam – and our best trail riding pony partner – was euthanized in late May. She’d been battling with cancer for a while and on palliative care for 6+ months.  We did most of our moseying this year with the baby Gypsy.  Ideally, we were going to be her trail mentor over the summer.

In July, several days before Fireworks, Fetti stuck her head through her paddock fence and injured her suspensory. We pulled ribbons for Fireworks – our longest ride of the year, I suspect. Then we handwalked for a month, started acing her towards the end, and tack-walked. I came off once. Not bad for a horse I never expected to do well on enforced zero-work.

We did manage a few tiny trail rides this year, but nothing much. The good: she’s sound. She’s happy. She’s bored to death with arena rides, but dutifully tolerates some for me anyway. She is a wonderful mentor to the baby pony, snarky faces and all. I haven’t put a saddle on since early July. It’s dark in the winter so we have continued our moseying. We had a moderately traumatic post-Thanksgiving trail ride that I never blogged about, but it wasn’t her fault.

At the end of November, my boyfriend and I moved into an apartment further from the barn. I’ve gone from blissful five-minute commutes to 45-minute commutes. It’s closer to work, though, and means I’m the only one doing the crazy over-the-hill commuting when I go to the barn – which is fine with me.  We also adopted two black cats.  I’m still sorting out my barn time plans, but currently holding at the same 4x/week schedule I’ve kept for years, just with more of a drive.

Here’s hoping 2018 is better. 2017 was a rough year.

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Recovery

Topaz Dreams Posted on November 1, 2017 by FigureNovember 1, 2017 2

Two months into our daily walking-only rehab, the vet came out and assessed that Confetti was sound.

We celebrated first by a pokey round pen session where I let her trot.

And then, a couple days later, I decided to throw caution to the wind, that I was tired of having to ace her for every ride since the spook-bolt had returned. I set her loose in the arena with the lazy three year old pony. (I did boot her legs, at least!) Fetti – once she was clear that it was allowable – practically flew. “Play with me! Play with me!” she said to the baby, who was deeply unimpressed with the energy required. Buck leap run zoom. I didn’t chase, just let her run off two months of pent-up zooming.


Now? I have my pony back. We trotted this week for the first time since she got hurt. We’re moseying bareback carefree in the dark.

All is well in our world again.

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First rides

Topaz Dreams Posted on August 31, 2017 by FigureAugust 29, 2017  

I actually started riding two days early, though only for a couple minutes. C was out and riding, and I’d thrown a pad on because it seemed like a good idea to put one on before I was ready to hop on, and Fetti was being good. “What’s two days?” she says, and before I know it I’ve clipped reins to the halter and put on my helmet and we’re walking around in the dark like we never stopped.

posing skills: need work

My boyfriend came out for the next two rides and acted as “lead horse”, walking with us and taking the lead rope through the forest. Mostly it made me feel better. I’m not sure it mattered too much to Fetti – but it did help settle her spook in our forest-walk when suddenly a wild deer appeared! and stayed standing in the bushes eating. Sigh.  I stuck it, it was fine.

patiently walking laps with Confetti and I

look! I’m on my pony!

On Saturday I timed it wrong, my usual riding buddies weren’t out there, so I hopped on and moseyed around by myself. Totally fine. A little up, but that’s normal enough for right now. As we passed the corner of the arena the horse that was turned out in there spun and took off at a gallop.  Fetti teleported sideways. I did not stick it. Instead, I went pretty well straight down and swore. She stood, very politely, as I gathered myself back together. I hobbled to the nearest mounting block, hopped back on, rode a few more laps, and called it good. Sliding off hurt too.

Boyfriend chided me for not requesting his help at the barn when I admitted to riding alone and falling off. I’m not sure it would have made too much difference, but I do have instructions not to ride solo for at least a little bit.  He may be right.

moseying pony walk with fabulous people and pony-partner

Two rides later, while I had ground crew walking with me, Fetti threw a minor bronc fit with a buck or two. She bucked straight; I stuck it. I swore. My ground crew was impressed. I was pissed. None of us had any idea what set her off – so whatever it was, it was a major overreaction on her part.

It’s time for better living through chemistry.

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30 days status update

Topaz Dreams Posted on August 29, 2017 by FigureAugust 29, 2017 2

“How is she doing? Any better?”

Soundness? She feels fine. She felt fine when this all started, though, except on the trail that one day – so I’m not judging based on that.

Attitude? Has gone slowly downhill as she does not understand why she’s limited to walking. There have been spooks at shadows. Poor pony is bored out of her mind. She’s holding it together surprisingly well and I never felt like I needed to ace her for our handwalks.. well, okay, I started contemplating it after week three where she spooked three times three days in a row.  Then she pulled herself together and looked almost rideable again.  So, so impressed with this horse.

Physically? The war wounds are stacking up. She’s scraping her hindquarters somewhere in her stall. The fuzzy hock boots (with extra fluff) are nearly worn through. I just placed an order for a replacement, since her hock has a scrape this week too.

“I did nuthin’.” -Fetti, probably

The original injury site still has a lump. As I started writing this, I think it has lumps on both sides. It might be all in my head.  I’m trying really hard not to think about it too much. I’m already doing what I can, no use beating myself up for it.

Hock boots, upside-down bells, vetricyn in six different places, fly spray, and standing wraps when I have extra time (and sufficient light). I’m running out of ways to bubble-wrap the horse here, but I’ll take suggestions!

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Rehab shopping

Topaz Dreams Posted on August 21, 2017 by FigureAugust 19, 2017 1

cranky pony, burgundy SMBs

I went on vacation two days after Fetti’s vet visit. Vet said: SMBs or polos. OK! Off I went on vacation to San Luis Obispo, which just so happens to be the home of Riding Warehouse.

First round of purchases:

  • Size L burgundy SMBs.  Gold star to the RW staff: I took measurements of her leg before I left, presented them with measurements and breed, and they all agreed that we should go with large.  I was dubious, but trusted that they knew what they were doing.
  • Lettia sparkly dark pink polos.  I can’t link to these since they were on clearance and I think I bought the last pair. Yay me!
  • Equifuse Gleam and Shine.. because if we’re going to be putzing around for a while, I might as well play princess pony.
    “I want stuff to fit a Haflinger.. in pink.  Discipline? Functional.”  They delivered with both the SMBs and the polos, and didn’t try to upsell me on the 4-pack of pink(er) SMBs since I only needed 2.  Cannot recommend these folks strongly enough!

 

Initial conclusions: Confetti dislikes things on her hind legs.  I realize as I’m writing this that I’ve worked her once or twice in the open-front boots from Maddy and I don’t remember such a reaction. However. SMBs?  Stomp stomp stomp kick.  It’s not all the time, it’s not even half the time. Nonetheless it’s a clear response to the boots. I put polos on one day thinking maybe she’d like those better. Same thing except the polos take me longer to put on and off.

Maybe the boots are too big and I really needed a medium, I thought to myself?  This is what happens when I have too much time to mull over possible options!  I snagged a pair of medium red SMBs off local craigslist for super-cheap.  They sort of fit, but barely.  Larges are a better fit.  She’s probably halfway between sizes as usual.

I emailed Megan. Help the pony is broken I will take all the advice please!  and also stalked her archives. Those of you rehabbing horses and writing down the process, you are fabulous and someone else will thank you later. I ordered more stuff.

Second RW order:

  • Lettia Coolmax no bow leg wraps, set of two.  Why did I pay extra? Are they better quality? I don’t know and maybe, mostly I think it made me feel better.
  • 9ft standing wraps, set of 4, in red. I could have gotten pink if I went with 12ft, but then there would have been another 3ft of wrap to deal with, and that seemed possibly excessive. So far? Happy with 9ft. AKA: I really have no idea which size is standard and it seemed like maybe 9ft was standard, so I went with that.  Running blind here!
  • Vetericyn Plus Hydrogel, because my previous regular Vetericyn bottle wasn’t spraying very well, and it’s been getting a lot of use.
  • Pink rubber bell boots. Inexpensive experiment.

 

I came back from vacation and noticed a bite/swelling at Fetti’s elbow.  It presented like a determined tick bite. We’ve been applying Vetericyn regularly.. on top of doing everything else with her legs.. and it has finally gone down to normal in the last few days.

typical setup at the barn these days

As seen on table: waterbottle (for human), headlamp (because it’s usually dark by the time I’m done), red SMBs, standing wraps, hock boots with extra sheepskin, fly spray, vetricyn.

Bonus pony problems: her hock boots were rubbing at the front of her legs.  I tried using just duct tape on her hocks. I like the theory. She wore through the duct tape. After that experiment failed, an order was placed for a set of 3 halter sheepskin fuzzies from JMS on ebay, and two of those are now on the front of the elastic for the boots.
Bonus pony problem #2: slight sores/rubbing at the front of her fetlocks on front legs.  The upside-down bell boots are a proactive experiment to see if I can head that off before it turns into anything.  Bubble-wrapping the pony, indeed!

She starts back on Previcox next week (my decision) in hopes of managing the arthritis given her low activity level right now, too, since I’m sure that’s playing into it. I may end up bedding her stall super-thick for the first time ever.

Idea snagged from Megan: leg soakers. Photo from the first time we tried them.. in the dark. Doesn’t everyone do new things by headlamp?  They’ve been used several times now and hold up to being stomped on and yanked around. I do think one could leave a well-mannered horse alone. Fetti is well-mannered most of the time, but she is also smart. She steps on the hose(s) with great intent and knowledge that it turns off the flow of water. Thus, she is not a good candidate to be cold-hosed without a mindful eye.  Ahh, ponies.

leg soakers

We’re up to 35 minutes daily hand-walking and averaging three spooks per walk the last couple days.  Poor mare is bored out of her mind, really tired of walking, really tired of being polite.  Up until this point I kept hoping we could avoid needing to ace her. Ha. Haha. Hahaha.. um.. that’s not looking so likely.  Fingers still crossed, but I’d like to stay on top of the horse during rehab, thanks.

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Oh Deer: Adventures in Handwalking

Topaz Dreams Posted on August 18, 2017 by FigureAugust 18, 2017  

Fetti is up to 30 minutes of handwalking daily.  Thank goodness she’s five minutes from home.  I am doing my best to make sure she gets that every single day – despite my usual schedule taking me to the barn only 4x/week!

Thursday I swung by in the morning since it was going to be a long day.  We dutifully walked our circles, dutifully walked our circles, paused to chat for a minute and let Fetti graze, and then there’s a fawn walking straight at us.  Fetti is obliviously eating.  This is not good.  I grumble at her and attempt to get her head up, and eventually she notices and “OMG THERE’S SOMETHING RIGHT THERE WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME SOONER?!”  Sigh.  Pony.  I tried.  (Bless you, Megan, for reminding me that a few hard spooks or athletic escapades are not the end of the world for rehabbing our crazy horses.)

The fawn is baffled, but circles round again.
Are you my mother?

When I saw the fawn coming straight at us, I shifted over and dropped the lead rope.  There’s someone standing just out of frame in front of Fetti, and by now she knows the fawn is coming.  It didn’t seem wise to be standing straight in the fawn’s path.

The fawn eventually decides, much to its dismay, that this lovely brown and white creature is not in fact its mother. (Probably.)  It toddles off towards the arena.  Those of us who have been watching the interaction conclude that it must surely be lost, and perhaps it would follow Fetti into the woods and find its mother there?  We wander our way over, the fawn follows us through the arena at a distance, we make it towards the woods and the fawn has disappeared.  Well.  Hopefully it has found its mother, then!  And that was that.

The next morning I headed out to the barn super, super early to do at least half our daily walk.  On our way back to the stall, we paused.

That is not a loose horse. But there is some nice hay over there. I would like that hay now please.

Are you sure you’re not my mother?

 

Oh deer. #fawn #abandonedbabydeer #adventuresinhandwalking #fencesagacontinues #haflinger #horsesofinstagram #poniesofinstagram

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Later that morning, the fawn was successfully captured, held in a trailer, and then picked up by the local wildlife rescue folks. It’s currently in a herd with four or five other orphan fawns and the barn has been promised we’ll get updates in the future.  We’re all hoping the deer makes it through.

Please note: the fawn initiated all contact with Fetti. I’m not a big fan of getting up close and personal with our local wildlife. They’re often all-too-friendly with horses and humans alike as it is!  On the first day, I dropped the lead rope and moved not for a better photo, but because I wasn’t comfortable standing in the middle of the pathway and in the likely line the deer would take.  The photo was an unexpected bonus. By day two, I had a pretty good idea of how they were likely to react, and I felt like I was in a better position to control the situation if things went south.

 

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The Fence Saga

Topaz Dreams Posted on July 26, 2017 by FigureJuly 26, 2017 3

This is a fairly long post – every time I thought it was near-ready to post, it wasn’t, and I kept going.

Once I figured out that there was no way ‘Fetti and I were in shape for Fireworks – either of us! – I started contemplating. How else could we be involved?  It fell into my lap: we could drag ride the last 10ish miles from the vet check back to camp.  I could ride her to camp, get trailered with my fellow drag rider to the vet check, ride back to camp, ride home. Twenty mile day, no serious timeframe, pull ribbons, be useful. She could stay on her breathing meds. Lots of win.  That was supposed to be my next post: we did a thing!

Either Wednesday night or Thursday morning before Fireworks, after some negotiation, I passed the second drag rider spot off to a family member of the first drag rider. It only made sense for them to go together! It’s home territory for me.  I could still go out and pull ribbons in one little section of trail, and help out in other places. Easy enough.  Twenty miles might have been a lot to ask, anyway.

Thursday evening, I snagged C’s wheelbarrow when she was done cleaning her two stalls and took it over to Fetti. I still had the wheelbarrow right outside the back-side of her stall, and was lamenting the stomping she’d given the broom that I must have left in there a day or two prior. Sigh. I should know better. I do know better!  Confetti tilted her head to fit it through the top panel, straightened it as she checked out the wheelbarrow: anything edible? Nope? Oh. OK then.  She backed up with her feet, went straight back with her head..

and didn’t fit.

She’d already committed to backwards with her feet and body. All the pressure was on her neck and throat, hung up in the panel.  Bless her, she paused for a moment, trying to figure this one out, waiting to see if the humans would fix this one – and when I couldn’t find an answer fast enough , she tried a second time to go straight back.  I couldn’t figure out how to ask her to move forwards, as I was still standing in front of her, and she had no leverage behind; I couldn’t get behind her fast enough from outside the stall, and I’m not sure what I could have done from behind. My heart sunk as I pictured her taking the fence down with her, having the roof collapse (it had to be the panel that holds the roof up and is already somewhat unstable), having her break her neck, any or all of the above.  I yelled for C, who made it over as quick as she could, stuck the baby pony in a free stall, and helped assess.

Fetti had quit pulling by now, but was completely collapsed behind, her head and neck stretched up and out, sitting on her hindquarters and not doing it very gracefully. As we very quickly looked at ‘can we take down panels’ and ‘do we find the barn owner to cut it’ and ‘can we get her up’, Fetti decided since the silly humans were still not helping, she had to take matters back into her own hooves, and pulled again. This time she must have tilted her head, because all I saw was her collapsing backwards and her head no longer stuck.  (I do not have any photos. After the fact, C and I were both a little bit sad that we had no photos. It was both really impressive and fairly traumatic to look at.  Only my nice experienced older horse..)

We yanked the flymask and assessed: scrape on the neck, scrapes on her hocks, scrapes on her face, swelling at her throat. Cold-hosing time.  Except – cold-hosing the throat? – maybe ice packs might be a better idea.

icepacked and enthusiastically eating grain with bute

Don’t normal people have friends with family that bring their nice new icepacks out to the barn to use on your pony?  Everyone should have friends this amazing.  Everyone should also have a pony this amazing; Fetti didn’t appear to notice that she had icepacks strapped to her head.  And, in typical Haflinger fashion, she tried to drag me to loose hay on the ground when we went back to retrieve grain for her evening dose of bute. No injury shall get in the way of eating.

Freshly twined top section is the scene of the crime. The several-inch holes around the posts show just how much she moved the panels. Poor pony.

Thursday night, she looked a little stiff, more so trotting one direction than the other.  We also noted a new lump on her left hind.  She’d just done battle with the fence, though, so that seemed fair enough.

Awkwardly haltered: I was still concerned about her neck and didn’t want the halter to rub.

Friday morning, more bute, no noticeable change anywhere. Mildly upset at being asked to trot circles before breakfast.
Friday midday, status check: about the same.

All the ribbons! Lots of wind! Bareback! In the park! What a good pony.

We did a very leisurely five-ish miles solo pulling ribbons on Saturday in serious heat. She seemed relatively sound walk/trot. I was super stiff, and she didn’t feel entirely quite right somehow, so I hiked here and there. Very good pony.  We still did a thing and we were still useful.  I think I gave her Sunday and Tuesday both off, or maybe a brief round pen session Tuesday to see how she looked.

Pony is unsure if this is fun, but likes the carrots.

Thursday the chiropractor came out. He adjusted her poll and low back, showed me a few stretches to do, might have adjusted a couple ribs, was baffled that her breathing was screwed up (me too, me too), and was generally quite complimentary. I know he wasn’t giving the same spiel to everyone and I was really pleased with some of the suggestions I heard for other horses, as well as with his assessment that he probably won’t need to do much for Confetti very often.  She takes good care of herself.

One of these legs is not like the other..

Prior to the chiropractor, I worked her briefly in the round pen. I asked for a few steps of canter and she looked deeply discombobulated, more so in one direction than the other, but neither was very pretty.  Whoa.  Unimpressed.  Walk/trot looked OK, though. I noted that the lump on her leg looked about the same as a week prior but was not hot to the touch. (I’d been watching it, but this was the first time I snapped photos – or had good lighting for photos.)

Saturday I asked C to watch her in the round pen.  I warmed her up at the trot, asked for the canter, and she looked.. fine?  Tiny bit of an odd step in one direction, and then she sorted it out and it was better, and it was downright normal the other way.  Well.  OK then.  We turned her out with the baby (three-year-old) pony and they both went flying around throwing bucks.  I did not regret not riding.

Hello new river crossing! It’s good to be back.

Sunday Fetti and I went for a teeny-tiny trail ride across the river for the first time this year.  Finally, it’s open! She felt sound.  However, there’s still that nagging lump on the left hind.  I waffled. Earlier in the week, I’d mentally given her until Sunday to sort this one out. I don’t like unneeded vet calls, but I also didn’t like where the lump was at and the lack of improvement.

Monday morning I called the vet.  The horse appears, at this point, to be sound. I’m not sure what I want them to do aside from tell me the lump on her leg is nothing to be worried about. I appear to be concerned enough to pay for that vet call. I can’t turn off the “but what if” after googling “bump near fetlock.”  It’s like looking at WebMD: it could be acne! It could be cancer! You might be fine! You might be dying! Call your doctor immediately, or maybe don’t worry about it!

And so Tuesday the vet came out. She’s sound at the trot – until they flexed that joint and asked us to trot out again, and then she wasn’t. She wasn’t head-bobbing dead lame, but she wasn’t right, and I could sort of hear it even trotting her. Why yes – my endurance pony can still trot out. Good mare.

The lump is at the bifurcation of the suspensory.  She shows no reaction to palpation. The fact that she’s sound without flexion ten days out is promising but certainly not a guarantee of anything. The question at this point is whether she just beat up the tissues, or if there’s a tear/bigger problem going on. We’re starting with 30 days of handwalking, then 30 days of tack-walking, then re-assess. If she’s still lame with flexion at that point, we’ll ultrasound, probably at one of the bigger clinics. I don’t think it made sense to start with an ultrasound right now: one, it’s expensive, two, we’re going conservative treatment, and I’m not sure it would have changed our game plan much. She’d still be resting for two+ months if there was a tear. I did get ace so that I can drug as necessary. Fetti is not one I’ve ever expected to do well on extended rest, so one of my first questions absolutely was whether I could drug her!

We’re to avoid deep sand (hi, arena) and hills (hi, trails further than a mile out). I did get the OK to hop on to cross the river if we go hand-walking out there, that way I don’t have to get soaking wet.  Thank you vet M for understanding that we’re trail riders and going to be bored walking in circles for two months.  She did suggest wraps or boots when riding/handwalking to make sure she doesn’t overextend that joint. I haven’t historically worried about wrapping, but I know how to do polos, and I can pick up boots for going through the river.

So. There you have it: radio silence not because it’s been quiet around here, but because we never hit a good stopping point to write about.

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