|The pellet stove is Ty's favorite thing.|
There was a brief period last week wherein I convinced myself Annie was colicking, since she refused to touch her mash. I ended up temping her, hand-grazing her, and ultimately realizing mare didn't like the oil I had been adding to her mash. I've tried to trick her by adding small amounts but it doesn't seem to matter - she tastes any kind of the oil and she turns her nose up at it. I managed to get away with leaving the mash in a strung up bucket (away from the Hoover... aka Spud), but a few days ago she completely left the bucket untouched. So... I forfeited and excluded the oil. It's not like she really needs it, but the extra fat in her diet would've been nice.
|"Get rid of the ew, pls human." - Annie|
The appointment went really well - Amanda said that she held a lot of her previous adjustments, but with her body growing and changing shape, she had some new (and old) places that needed some help. Her pelvis was rotated and sunken down on the right side like before, two spinal discs (I think that was the word she used) were raised (remember her inflammation?), two ribs on her left side were out, and her pelvis needed to be "widened". I don't know that I used all the technical information, but it was pretty cool to come to the barn and walk my horse up and down the aisle and have Amanda point out the problem area in her back without even hearing about our vet appointment or anything.
I mean, obviously the lady is well trained in her job and has a keen eye - it just amazes me every time when they point out things like that. I explained about the vet appointment and Amanda agreed about keeping her on the myoplast. Since a lot of her adjustments were quite large, Amanda opted to have me give Annie 4-5 days off to let her marinate.
All in all, it was an uneventful trip, save for when I dropped AJ off and Annie thought it'd be a cool idea to pull back and shake the trailer back and forth. The trailer tie I use on her as a velcro strap, so it came undone, which was good. I hooked her back up and when I got into the trailer I had to do a few "brake checks" to get her to stand on her feet vs shuffling and carrying on in the back. Once she realized "Oh shit, maybe I should stand instead of trying to paw and be a fucking dingus" I carried on driving and unloaded her without issue at home.
|As a weird sidenote, I am loving how she is starting to stretch her neck vs|
being so retracted into her throat latch. Lots of long and low is in store for us next year!
Now that we can, yanno, steer.
I tossed garbage (old feed bags, baling twine) into the back of the pick up, reorganized my medical cabinet and made a list of things I needed to replace, piled most of my tack into the truck, organized polos and bonnets into piles for washing, scrubbed and filled the water tank and put the deicer in, scooped manure (before the snow came!), did a fencing check, and organized where we would put the round-bales in the barn.
It was a productive day, despite not riding. I feel like Annie doesn't mind this mini/seasonal vacation and in the end, I think she deserves a break.