Between my insane trips scheduled for work, I have a grand total of 36 hours at home in 10 days (which I am currently in the middle of enjoying 29 hours of). What that means is that today is the only day for me to play with the mare this week, which is currently scheduled for 4:30-8pm this evening. I say "scheduled" because it is. it had to be. It's the only way I could get it in. In fact, I declined a dinner with another vendor, because frankly, I'd rather see the beast. :)
|Note "PIA" scheduled in.. complete with stars and wiggles.|
My gut was right, and it was one of those "Pia threw a shoe, no real damage, already called farrier" texts.
WHAT THE CUSS. Threw a shoe!? doing what? stepping on yourself until it came off? you have no mud, no uneven terrain, and haven't been exerting yourself in any way since I last saw you!
Clearly, she is punishing me.
No matter. I will still scuttle out to the barn and love on her. I'm a little reticent to actually ride if her shoe hasn't been tacked back into place, but we'll see. Just getting some mare time in will be good, but I'd really rather get back to busy. I mean really. April's almost over and we've hardly had a chance to enjoy it.
Oh well, once I'm back from NYC, I'm here a whole TEN DAYS before having to jet off again. Hopefully Pia will remember that sometimes I get on and ride her and sometimes she goes round and round in the arena.