Long post ahead but lots of media too!
So obviously the day after I write a post about how well the chestnut boys are doing I go out at night to clean stalls to find Phoenix on three legs (he had been fine in the afternoon when my parents saw him). He was so horribly lame that I immediately put both boys in their stalls and told the husband to hurry out and help me assess what was going on with my poor pony.
Really there wasn’t anything to see. I couldn’t find a pulse in the foot (I admit I’ve always been bad at it) and the only place he seemed at all reactive was at the one vein in his ankle. Since he has shoes and snow pads on there really wasn’t much I could check on his feet plus how does a horse in shoes and pads get an abscess?
So I just wrapped up all the things.
A couple of days go by and my horse is still a cripple so I decide to have the vet out (actually vet’s son who graduated last year and has joined the practice) before the weekend. He checks P all over, can’t find anything shoulder, knee, ankle, etc, so there we are down to his hoof although he doesn’t find a crazy pulse or anything. He wants to pull the shoe of course so I said fine. Phoenix has never been so bad for anything the entire time I’ve known him. I got him when he was 8, he turns 29 next month, and he was gone for 9 years, so still roughly 12 years. It took over an hour to get the shoe off, I don’t know the exact time. At one point P struck out as I was holding him and got me in the leg (ow!). Finally after many “discussions” and some sedative we got the shoe off. Under the pad was all kinds of junk – so much mud and gravel and crap. Ugh. P hoof tested sore around the heel so we knew the likely culprit but we took x-rays anyways. X-ray showed two connected pockets of abscess near the heel and likely to come out the coronet. Also showed that despite appearances (long toe, low heel) his hoof structure is great and only a tiny amount of arthritis.
So we soaked and wrapped with Epsom salt poultice and P ate lots of horse cookies and got his mane pulled. Then the leg starting really swelling up…
Stampede grew increasingly bored between not having his turnout buddy and hanging out in his stall while P got his foot soaked.
Then just when I was starting to get nervous we finally saw some progress.
I failed at taking another picture of it the next day, but the hole doubled in size and then P was able to get around other than being a bit sore without his shoe. Of course the pasture was frozen mud craters so he couldn’t go out without his shoe though.
Finally, a full week after it all started, P got his shoe back on with a pour in pad this time and had his other front shoe reset and treated similarly. Then he got to go outside and the chestnut clan was reunited and oh so happy.
Then the next day I go out to ride Maestro and…
The boarding barn has stall mattress systems so the front has a metal bar that’s screwed into the cement to hold the top mat tight. Somehow Maestro caught the back of his shoe on the metal, got it wedged under, and ripped off his shoe. On a Thursday night when the farrier comes on Mondays there. Ugh.
I waffled about riding him, but between my trip to California and sickness he hadn’t been ridden consistently for a few weeks and I knew he needed it. So I got on and he was sound and we did an easy flat. I called the farrier the next morning and left a message. I never heard anything, but went out in the evening planning to get on either way. Still no shoe so I assumed we were out of commission for a lesson Saturday. Then the BM messages me at 7 pm saying the farrier came by after I left! Woo hoo! So we lessoned Saturday and the beast was happy to be on his schedule and now I have a paranoia about his ripping off a shoe on the stall mat again and need to come up with something to prevent that, lol.
So that’s what I’ve been up to besides still trying to get back to feeling like a normal person. Doctor ran tests and everything came back normal. I’m better overall but still not up to my normal level of energy or strength and frustrated. At this point, I’m just trying to do things anyways and see what happens. Thank goodness for parents and husbands who help me get things done. Oh and friends who rode with me even after me warning them to keep an eye out if I start to look like I might pass out or start not making any sense. Barn friends just understand that sometimes you just need that time in the saddle. 😉