I finally got in touch with Chiro who told she wouldn't be able to make it out to my barn for three weeks. I was all, "Nooooo. I need you now." So she was all, "Well, you can come to my house if you want." Of course I was all, "Sign me up. We're there."
She's almost an hour away, but I'm going to trailer the dude up there this upcoming Tuesday afternoon for a good cracking. Like any chiro in PA has to be, she's also a practicing vet so if she tells me that this issue will not be fixed by putting his stifle back into place, then I'll scratch from August's show and have my vet out pronto. In the meantime, I'm vigilantly continuing with the DMSO mix on his stifle area.
Bam. Game plan. I like it. You can dislike it if you choose, tell me I'm not doing my due diligence (sorry, I had to poke fun), but I feel no need to justify myself on a fucking blog.
|burton waiting patiently for more peppermints to be dispensed.|
This morning the report from BM was that Bobby had walked in looking completely sound, with the exception of looking a little hitchy coming down the steepest part of his paddock's hill. Good results after getting worked almost for reals yesterday. She asked me how much Bute he was on, assuming that was what had caused the improvement. Bobby, however, has not been on any Bute after the first day (being last Wednesday). That still leaves it up in the air about what did cause the improvement, but c'est la Bobby.
In the indoor he wasn't quite as limber as yesterday, but definitely a marked improvement from Monday. He still wanted to jet about in the canter, and it still felt just downright weak, but he also still didn't offer to swap behind. After the canter I did a little no-stirrups sitting trot (mostly because I am so ineffective asking for quality flat work in my jump saddle, but my legs need short stirrups so badly) and he felt completely sound again.
|puppies on a walk because no new pony pictures|
I touched up his feet again since it's been a whole week since they last got done, painted his fancy sauce on, and forcefully stuffed him back into his stall so that I could close the door because ohmygod he needed all the cookies not just ten. Also, no pointed toe stance the entire time I was there.
You are a magical mystery, Robert. So speshul.