After a full week off of mostly stall rest, I finally rode Miles over the weekend. Unfortunately, he still wasn’t 100 percent, but did seem to work out of whatever weirdness was going on. So I scheduled a short private flat lesson last night, figuring we would be well on the road to recovery, and at least able to work on flatwork. But I was wrong. Miles didn’t start off feeling great, and even though he felt better after a long, loose canter, he was still off. We only felt it when trotting to the left, on the incorrect diagonal [which stresses the left front leg, and right hind leg]. Trainer saw lameness in the right hind, but we’re not really sure if it’s actually a problem there, or if Miles has just been compensating for something else. Of course the entire chain of events led to a lengthy discussion with Trainer, and eventually a new plan of attack: three days of bute to reduce any inflammation that might be going on, with light hacks for the rest of the week. We decided against stall rest because we don’t know whats wrong, and he’s definitely not too uncomfortable to walk around in his pasture [plus moving around is good for circulation].
We also discussed the farrier, and this is where I felt like a complete dumbass. Apparently horse’s hooves grow faster in the summer because of the lush grass, and the increased amount of work on sand also means they need to be shod more frequently. So that six-week schedule that worked for Miles in the winter is not going to cut it in the summertime. *Head Desk* I honestly had no idea that horses changed farrier schedules throughout the year; it’s not ever something I thought about. But now that I know that, I feel pretty freaking stupid. What if Miles’s feet hurt because he needs to be shod and his idiot owner isn’t scheduling farrier appointments soon enough?
I could just crawl in a hole and die.
So this week I hope to make a farrier appointment ASAP, continue treating Miles’s thrush and rain rot and basically dote on my pony with lots of TLC and cookies. I’m going to try hard not to beat myself up, and just move forward with what I’ve learned. After all, that’s pretty much all I can do anyways.