Or at least, not much has happened with the mare. My life on the other hand has been full of First World Problems that have literally thrown all planning and organization out the window.
They can be easily summed up by all of the following happening in a week:
Dealing with a crappy all inclusive resort, bringing home whatever god damn stomach bug everyone gets in mexico, firing the nanny and sending The Boy on the road for several consecutive weeks for work.
I'm fully aware that all of these things fall squarely in the problems-that-aren't0really-problems category as they pretty much all have to do with being on vacation, or the jobs that allow us to go on vacation... but still - Life. Is. Chaos. And also, if I'm going to (uncomfortably) lose 10lbs, I'd prefer it to happen BEFORE the beach and bikini trip, not after. K thx.
When last I wrote, we were just headed off for the Summer Wedding Tour 2015. It started off dandy- a lovely mountain wedding in Idaho with good friends and good dancing. Then we headed south to Mexico, where we were again surrounded by great friends (and good dancing), but the resort itself was comedically tragic.
In theory it was really nice.
In fairness it was really pretty...
but the reality of the place meant that literally everything that could go wrong did go wrong and that made for some stressful moments (especially for our lovely bride).
I spent most of the time ignoring my phone, sending my parents terse "don't text. expensive. we're fine" messages, while simultaneously exchanging countless texts with my vet (oops) including one 25 minute phone call.
Prair got a "quick" 3 month (face palm) check up which resulted in one (still) bad flexion and confirmation that while the DDFT is healing nicely, the suspensory branch is still inflamed and pissy.
So, Prair's precious turnout got pulled and she's back on the previcox and aggressive icing protocol to try and get that under control. I'm confident Prair is a good girl in turnout, but maybe the increased confinement will be the game changer. Who knows. Fingers crossed. She gets (another) check up next week where we will ultrasound if the flexion looks significantly better.
On a slightly more entertaining level - I took the kiddo to the barn, which I realized I haven't actually done in a while. I've been hoarding my barn time for myself and now that kiddo wants to run and play and put everything in her mouth (including manure bits she finds on the ground), taking her with me significantly dampens my ability to do anything other than stuff Prair full of treats.
The baby hasn't actually seen the horses since she's started walking (or talking) and she was very entertaining. Since we have mastered all our animal noises, she identifies everything by the noise it makes. If she sees a cat, she meows and points, quacks at ducks, etc....
So obviously, when she saw all the horses, she... woofed.
Pointed and woofed.
And then cried if any of them snorted or sneezed or nickered or did anything with their noses.
Because that's terrifying I guess. Who knows, the crying seemed rude to me, but she's a toddler, what are you going to do. After I ran out of carrots, I took Cayla for a walk around the farm with the idea of introducing her to the pony barn and letting her pick one out. I thought maybe smaller "woofs" would be less intimidating.
She loved it. marched around pointing woofing at everything despite all of my proclamations of "no, not woofs, PONIES" sigh.
Finally we got to a pasture with ponies and she went "OOOOOOOOooooOOOO!" which I considered to be a more encouraging response.
As the ponies walked up she still pointed and woofed, until she got to the little mini, who is a paint - so she Moo'ed.
In fairness, I guess she's spotted like a cow, and at that point I was ready to accept anything that wasn't a woof.