Poor Pluto. Not only has he had every weird health problem in the last year, but he had a reaction to his antibiotic shot and now he has a stiff neck. He can get his head down to the ground, but only with effort and strong motivation. Eating grass is not a strong enough motivation. He is the only horse at the farm not grazing on new spring grass today.
Did I notice this BEFORE I started riding? No I did not. Am I the worst horse mom in the world? Why yes I am. Do I have incredible guilt? Why do you think Pluto got studmuffins today when he didn't do anything wonderful?
I verified that he could, with effort, eat out of his bowl. I checked to make sure the water level in his tank would be higher this evening so he could drink easily. And I checked his hay to make sure he could eat it without bending. That about covered my options. I had a wild idea about coming back with a horse sized ice pack, but A) I don't have one of those, B) he would never stand still for it, and C) I have to go get JD at the airport.
I expect I'll be checking in on Pluto a little more often than usual this week.
I metaphorically trudged home from the farm to do laundry. And then I realized something: it's warm enough to seamseal things! So I hauled out my tent and sealed its seams. It's drying right now. I hope. This is excellent timing, as the weather guessers are now saying it might rain, a little, next weekend. Which could mean a rain of frogs. I don't think my seamsealer guarantee covers that. But should we just get regular old rain, I think I'm set.
PS: Pluto, with a stiff neck, trying not to move very much? Trots almost like a regular horse.
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