Yaaaa, soooooo my horse has been ill/injured. Basically the snark has been knocked out of me. Kind of like getting the wind knocked out of you when you fall hard.
It’s a weird feeling to hope for more poop. It’s even weirder when (warning: too much info is coming your way) you start pooping more yourself. As if somehow that will alleviate the gastro-intestinal pressure in your horse.
So, Horse, being the lovely, quirky gentleman he is, does this awesome thing where when he naps after breakfast and lunch he gets uber sleepy and starts to crumple. It’s like his body is telling him to lie down and his brain is all NO DAMMIT! NEVER LIE DOWN! LYING DOWING IS FOR THE WEEK AND SHEEP-LIKE! (To contextualize that, there are sheep on a neighboring farm and he dislikes them. Horse feels quite strongly most days that sheep are carnivorous and equipped with large, razor-sharp teeth.) Last Thursday, Horse faceplanted during one of his sleepy-spells. You’d think (at least I did) that it wouldn’t be that big of a deal – it’s not like he was running around and fell, there was no momentum to it other than, well, gravity. Sure there was an owy on his forelock but I’ve had Horse for over 15 years, it’s not like this is the first time he’s hurt himself.
The wonderful people at my barn washed out Horse’s owy and put him back in his stall. I got there a few minutes later and was heading around to his hind end and happened to touch his tail. Big mistake. Poor Horse arches his back like a cat and tries to scurry away. His whole hind end is sore and it’s almost like his pelvis is tilted underneath him. This, as you may imagine, made it difficult for him to poop.
By Saturday he was impacted and I was sympathy-pooping. So weird.
Anywho, Horse seems to be on the mend now so hopefully I will have a post for you guys next week. Although, I make no promises as I am now, officially, behind in all the writings. I somehow have to pull 5000 words out of my ass in a week. Doable, just not sure how intelligent they’ll be. Ass words are not usually known for their knowledge, wit, or plot… Wish me luck!