Tuesday, May 8, 2018
I feel so badly for him. His feet really hurt. But he actually doesn't care all that much about that. What he cares about is that he can only eat super bland hay, and he REALLY wants his grain. I hate that I can't just fix this for him. That I can't tell him "in two days, you can get back to normal handsome boy."
But the other thing I hate? Is that I also have these selfish thoughts (which is my confession today). I have no horses to ride. Both my old men are laid up, possibly forever. And that's super depressing. For them as much as for me. I was super excited to try out the Soloshot3 this weekend, but last night I just packed it back in its box. Set aside for maybe when Badger comes back to CT? Who knows. I miss riding. It's not so bad in the winter when it's 10 degrees outside. But it's finally nice out here.
On the bright side, we've had plenty of comic relief. You should see some of the "ice packs" we've tried out while waiting for more ice boots to arrive and/or to freeze. I'll share some of that tomorrow. But for now, we wait.