Reo is definitely lame. After cleaning off three days of crusted mud that he managed to get over his entire body, in every crevice, I decided I was too tired to ride. I thought he should experience some interaction with me other than the good grooming, so I put the rope halter on him and we went ahead to the indoor arena for a lunging lesson. You would have thought I had asked him to actually work, his head drooped, his ears flopped, he barely picked up his feet. I needed steps, too, so we walked together in a big circle until we both limbered up. His steps eventually lengthened and he looked fine and much more animated. However, when I asked him to trot, the lameness was very dramatic. Head lowering as the right front hoof hit the ground. Funny thing, though, was that his stride did not diminish at all. So I looked at his hip area, and think I saw a bump in his stride on right-hind. What this all means is that Reo is hurting somewhere; I do not know where or why; and so a vet visit is in the works. He does not seem uncomfortable when he is walking down the lane, or out in the pasture, so waiting a few days will not cause more damage. Perhaps he simply has a tightened muscle. We shall see.
Since I am low on money at the moment, I will wait two weeks until he is due for his twice-yearly vaccinations and include a lameness exam. By then, the lameness will either have improved or possibly remained the same and the vet can make a determination. Of course, if he gets worse, I will have the vet come immediately. This is horse life!
We have traveled once again up to northern Kentucky to look at condos. Tired of driving. Looked at horse boarding places, too. Was not happy with what I found. One place looked so good on its website, but what a disaster in real life. Dirty stalls, dirty horses, thin horses, damp/dank barn. Can’t imagine anyone keeping their horse there, but obviously some do since there were horses stalled. The ammonia smell was enough to turn me away. The other place was actually okay, just far from civilization. The young people running it were friendly, the horses appeared cared for, and it offered lots of trails to ride on.
I have been spoiled, I think, about how horses are supposed to be kept. Having our own place in NC for about 10 years, and being in total control of the horses’ well-being made me intolerant to other ways of keeping them, even if the other way is okay. Moving them to a boarding facility was difficult, and I searched hard to find the right place here in central Kentucky. Now that I might need a place in northern Kentucky, I will have to adjust to differing methods of horse care, but always with their safety and health in mind.
Which reminds me, it’s time for worming, farrier visits, and vaccinations for Buddy, too. I haven’t seen the Old Horse in a few days. I know he’s fine, but I also know he probably needs a good shedding blade activity to get rid of the rest of his winter hair. I’ll get to that today.
I am in an unsettled mood. Why? The answer is quite simple: not knowing what our future holds, where it’s going to be, how we will manage things, and so on. Kind of like most peoples’ lives in today’s time. Being older doesn’t mean one stops experiencing life’s daily trials; it just means it’s a little more difficult to make adjustments. I’m okay, though.