Good God This is Boring

It's that time.  When I've totally run out of things to say about walking for 30 minutes and trotting for five....

I am furiously trying to make the most of our time and *try* to make Prair carry herself, use her back, etc... but really there's only so much to discuss.



my Queen

She continues to be a very-good-girl and is a joy to be around in her stall and even stands politely with her head out when I leave her door wide open while I collect some forgotten item of tack or more treats (Pia would most certainly be making a break for freedon if left in the same situation).  Prair doesn't seem anxious at all about her confinement - which makes this whole process much, much easier. 

Yesterday when I was "riding" I had the realization that since our barn is attached to the indoor, Prair literally doesn't see the outside world on most days - She just walks from her little room to the bigger room, walks around a bit, then goes back to her little room again.

So I'm trying to at least hand graze her for a few minutes when I have the time.  Usually she still has the tail end of her don't-hurt-yourself-you-idiot juice left in her system which keeps her eyeballs in her head and her feet on the ground while we enjoy the sunshine for a few minutes.

I will say that the limited sun exposure has her winter coat coming in blacker than black.  I suppose there are always the superficial upsides to total confinement!!

and now, you may enjoy a few more extremely limited, extremely boring, extremely repetitive photos of a horse in a rehab program - at least this time we're outside!!




squinty selfie in Seattle sunshine

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