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Well, for just a bit it looked as if I could show at least one horse this weekend...the farrier was scheduled, Keith was picking up a new clipper blade, and the weather forecast looked okay for a bath (horse bath, that is).
I am, however, jinxed for this particular show/clinic.
I should have been wary when our farrier called to say he'd be early -- when does that ever happen? I raced out to halter Scarlet and Mingus, bring them out and clean then up. Flash was on deck.
Now, all of my horses are good with trimming, and they love Billy, oue farrier. Mingus stood patiently, waiting for his treat. Scarlet, however, is in heat, and had Flash calling to her. Still, she was good until three feet down, one to go, when she reared and brought her foreleg down hard on mt left arm.
Have I ever mentioned that I'm left-handed?
I thought I'd be okay until I returned Scarlet to the corral and could not unbuckle her halter. With Billy's help, we got Flash trimmed and everyone back enjoying their newly trimmed toes.
I'd give you the gory details of doctors, x-rays, fingerlocks avd cast, but I am typing with one hand -- suffice it to say that my wrist is rather badly broken and may need surgery.
So, I'll be a spectator this weekend, not even able to offer any help to anyone. Even tossing hay is difficult, as is making coffee. Scarlet trots about, blissfully unaware, winking at Flash in the next corral. I tell her what Keith and I say when we're less than thrilled with each other:
"I love you anyway."
I am, however, jinxed for this particular show/clinic.
I should have been wary when our farrier called to say he'd be early -- when does that ever happen? I raced out to halter Scarlet and Mingus, bring them out and clean then up. Flash was on deck.
Now, all of my horses are good with trimming, and they love Billy, oue farrier. Mingus stood patiently, waiting for his treat. Scarlet, however, is in heat, and had Flash calling to her. Still, she was good until three feet down, one to go, when she reared and brought her foreleg down hard on mt left arm.
Have I ever mentioned that I'm left-handed?
I thought I'd be okay until I returned Scarlet to the corral and could not unbuckle her halter. With Billy's help, we got Flash trimmed and everyone back enjoying their newly trimmed toes.
I'd give you the gory details of doctors, x-rays, fingerlocks avd cast, but I am typing with one hand -- suffice it to say that my wrist is rather badly broken and may need surgery.
So, I'll be a spectator this weekend, not even able to offer any help to anyone. Even tossing hay is difficult, as is making coffee. Scarlet trots about, blissfully unaware, winking at Flash in the next corral. I tell her what Keith and I say when we're less than thrilled with each other:
"I love you anyway."