Like a real event horse. Just ask Bobby.

I am happy to report that my horse's under saddle personality has returned in all its bipolar glory.

My main focus right now is rebuilding muscle while not pushing too hard and re-aggravating Bobby's leg. This compromises mostly of walking whether we're off the walk-only schedule or not.

One of the biggest draws of my new barn is that there are actual trails with actual terrain, so now we can do actual conditioning work without the stress of trotting and cantering in endless circles.

terrain!

Now, having a hill to walk up and down may not seem exciting to most people. We did move up here from PA where it was difficult to find a flat area to work on after all. But it's such a rarity around here that when I came to look at the barn, the BM trudged all the way to the back of the property to show it to me.

Behold!

A hill!

So majestic!

Board here! People come from miles to use our hill!

well, at least the neighboring barn comes over.

Anyway, that was a completely random tangent that had absolutely nothing to do with the story I was going to tell about my horse being a complete fucking idiot when no one is looking. Oh, wait. I was going to write that we're doing more trail riding than arena work now because I'm trying to rebuild muscles. And then I was going to extrapolate on yesterday's trail ride.

And then I took a break to eat some candy and contemplate erasing this entire post so far and writing something that's cohesive and not rambling, but when has that ever been my prerogative? Never!

also we have a pond to go with our hill

I mentioned in one of my earlier posts that I'd let Bobby walk over one of the smaller cross country jumps on a trail ride, and that he then got in touch with his super fast event horse side and had a minor spaz attack. Yesterday I threw on his snackamore and we wandered back into that same field.

As Bobby strolled around mowing down grass while we "worked out" (he would probably build muscle faster if I actually made him march for the full hour-ish we're out, but....whatevs), we ended up grazing by that same jump.

sighted in

He stopped to graze a few feet away from it, but I wasn't allowing any actual stopping. Graze and go, as you will. I gave him a squeeze with my legs that he ignored, so then I gave him a nudge with my heels.

WHICH CLEARLY MEANT JUMP THE JUMP AND GO GALLOPING OFF BECAUSE EVENT HORSE FOR LIIIIIFEEEEEE.

captured by my phone which was in one hand apparently still taking pictures

i swear i wasn't falling

Really, I'm not sure what it is about this tiny fucking stack of logs he finds so inspiring, but it awakens the beast in him like no other.

He did, however, get his tiny brain under control quickly enough and remained sane for the rest of the trail ride. I parked him by the outdoor to graze while watching kids' camp play games, and BM was like, "I swear if he didn't get skinny I wouldn't believe he was a Thoroughbred. He's the calmest horse I've ever met!"

To which I was like, "......................."

"oh, hai! do you have the cookies for me?"

"yeah, no. that was a demand. GIVE ME THE COOKIES."

Today I was actually going to try to get a little bit of dressage schooling done. I put Bobby back in a snaffle since I was planning on staying in the ring, but he was an absolute fuck face and a half in it. Leaning, pulling, yanking, head flinging, you name it. I was just about to get off and stick his stupid face back in the elevator that he goes so quietly in (with one rein because obviously I abuse my horse. Pretty sure we've been through that before.) when BM stuck her head in and asked if I wanted to go on a trail ride.

Um, yes. Yes I do.

pissy pants ears that no one acknowledged he's the fastest horse in the land.

I did end up throwing the elevator back on, but with the rein attached to the snaffle ring. Baby steps to a nicer bit. Bobby was happy to trudge along at the back on the line until we started trotting. I didn't have to worry about him running up the back of anyone though because we were too busy going sideways.

Love this dude.

I let him hop over a log stack (significantly bigger than the stumps he so loves) and that actually mostly settled him for awhile. We finished off in the front field where there are more cross country jumps (there's nothing big here, but yay, jumps on terrain!).

Even though I was in my dressage saddle, I let Bobby take a touring loop of the field at the canter and jumped four things: an X, 2'6" tires, a 3' brush box, and a 2'6" table. He was strong, but in a powerful beast mode way and not an asshole way. First cross country jumps crossed off the list!

then i made him wear the ice boot for eternity. 

Tendon-wise, his leg looks really, really good. He hasn't had any fluid in it since being left in overnight. Cosmetically, I'm still dealing with his random cut. It started scabbing over in a way I didn't like and was starting to exude some pus, so I pulled the scab off, gave it a thorough betadine scrub, and told it to try again.

freshly scrubbed and picked at.

After a night with a dab of furazone and a quick bandage over it to keep it clean during turnout, it already looked better today. Let's hope it stays that way. This horse has always been sound and mostly blemish free. I guess he's trying to make up for that in one fell swoop now.

And, as a quickie in mule news--real mule news, not my imposter--check out Olivia's 200th post giveaway! A blonde mule? Bobby would be in love.

Small Things

Two posts in two days! Whaaaat. It must mean something exciting has happened.

Now that I can do more with my horse than walk in circles, I'm going to mount a blog come back and see if I can't keep the old lady going a little more consistently.

So what have Bobby and I done since yesterday? Not a lot, especially since I didn't even go out to the barn yesterday. Pouring rain plus kids camp does not equal Carly sharing space in the indoor. Sorry.

Not sorry.

But! Today we did the most exciting thing. Bobby jumped his first jump in almost two months!

"uh, der, wut?"

First though, I had a moment of panic when I walked into his stall and his ankle was giant again. It wasn't warm, but it was big enough that I was convinced the two minutes of cantering I've been incorporating in the last few rides had been too much, and I was already resigning myself to having to restart this whole rehab process from square one.

However, I threw him on the longe and he was one hundred percent sound. BM told me everyone had to stay inside last night because of the crazy storms blowing through, so we figured the swelling was probably just from that. So on went the jump tack with fingers crossed he'd remain sound under saddle and I could pop him over one of the tiny jumps in the ring for funsies.

here is a picture of a lounging black bear because my media is lacking.

Robert felt awesome under saddle. Another girl was getting a dressage lesson as I was riding, and she kept getting told to stop pulling and lighten up her horse's front end. Meanwhile, Bobby's over here just like, "What up, I look like a well trained fancy prancer, bitches." Sometimes he makes me look good.

Sometimes he makes me look like I beat him and have never ridden a horse before in my life and we're both lifelong drivers of the struggle bus, but sometimes we look good.

nobody panic, we're professionals.

Anyway, we did the w/t/c, and then snuck in over a small X set up on the quarter line. Bobby perked his giant mule ears when we turned in, but he never changed pace and popped over it like it was an actual jump from the perfect distance and cantered off also like he'd been trained to do things once upon a time.

Yay, I jumped my horse!!!! So what if it was 18" and only one time!

I finished with a long walk break and a few laps each direction of no stirrup posting trot. His leg felt tight and cool when we were done, so I'm going to blame the swelling on stocking up. Maybe that leg will just do that from now on, the same way his hind legs stock up when he gets left in.

When I got done with RuPaul, I headed down the road to ride a pony for one of Niamh's friends.

not me riding.

The pony was adorable, and was basically like riding a mini, spotted Thoroughbred. Only she would actually stop when you asked her to. Not that I'm saying there are large, bay, and a little bit ugly Thoroughbreds out there that don't always stop when you want them to...but I've heard that's a thing. 

Bit me up, Scotty

This whole not posting consistently thing is posing its own set of problems. Like when I try to start a new post, but then I don't have any idea what the fuck has gone on in my own absence. Sounds like the perfect excuse to do a bullet point run through to get caught up!

Bobby is back in his Micklem now that his face isn't swollen to the point of mutation and I can actually buckle things beneath his chin.

the dude knows how to rock a serious donald trump hairdo

• More importantly, I finally defeated the skin funk that was taking over his leg and it's been clean and tight since.
• LOL, jk! Clean and tight except when he cut it on who the fuck knows what since he gets turned out in boots.

"i feel as though you haven't paid enough attention to me lately."

• But he remained sound, and all I did was spritz a little Blu-Kote on it. 
• His socially impaired pasture mate turned cannibalistic, so he now goes out with a geriatric, crippled gelding who cannot physically attack him even if he tried. Which is embarrassing that my giant 10yo Thoroughbred can't stand up for himself to literally anyone.   
• We canter now!

he's too out of shape to not fall on his face without a lot of assistance,
but it's still a canter.

Overall, no one's missed much. I didn't see the horse myself for a full week because I was out of town. We finally got back to work last Thursday.

Bobby came out as dope-tastic as ever. He rarely acknowledges long breaks between rides, and our w/t warm up was uneventful. Since I'd dragged Hubby out with me, I decided to go ahead and get a quick video of how the canter was looking. According to Vet's original schedule we've already passed the date we can start jumping, but he's lost so much butt muscle I don't think we're quite there yet.

Bobby stepped right into the canter and loped around like he hadn't missed a day. After a full lap of the ring and one circle, I brought him back to the trot. That's when Bobby started acting more like a horse coming back into work after a lot of time off.

I spent the rest of the very short ride having to do all of my downward transitions with the help of the arena fence. As in, I couldn't slow or stop my horse without stuffing his face into a solid obstacle. Yay, rehab!

you get yesterday's flat pictures as text breaks because that's all i've got.

He'd been going in his plain dee, and I thought for sure I could combat the power of Bobby on the forehand and not listening ever with the power of my own half halts and rock hard core muscles. Only, you know, I haven't been doing any work either, so those rock hard core muscles aren't actually rock hard. Or muscles at all, let's be honest. 

While we're on the subject of nonexistent things, I rode the next day in my jump saddle with my stirrups jacked up to jumping height to start rebuilding my leg muscles. I'd planned to school in the ring, but there were two horses doing training rides, and I figured why bother with the ring when I finally have access to trails again. Bonus that my horse's own lackluster muscling could use some hill walking assistance.

Bobby plodded along outside like the good pack mule he is. We were out for half an hour before starting to head home. I threw in one last loop of the field we were in and decided that since my horse was feeling sound, sane, and we were only walking, I'd let him stroll over the 12" stack of log stumps. 

Bobby did indeed just stroll over it. Then he realized what he'd done.

WAIT.

HOLD ON.

WHAT WAS THAT.

WAS THAT A CROSS COUNTRY JUMP?!

"did someone say jump?!"

Because he is Bobby and perhaps not the sharpest pony in the pony barn, it took him a few strides to figure out what sorcery has just been committed. But then he remembered he is an event horse and event horses JUMP ALL THE THINGS.

After which we made it home while he flung himself sideways at the canter while joyfully celebrating, or--when I could finally muscle him into a slower gait--jigging. 

And that's the story of why my horse is now doing every ride in an elevator. One day we'll regain a little self control. 

In the meantime, we've both got a lot of basic muscles to rebuild. Bring on the hill walking!

My Lovely Bobby Lumps

As can only be expected, the actual act of tack walking is extremely fucking boring.

just kidding! look how fun it is! we're so excited!

Last Monday, I finally climbed back aboard ye old beastie for fifteen minutes of methodical marching. That didn't seem too bad. But five minutes got added on each day, and by the time thirty minutes rolled around on Thursday, I had come to the realization that there are more boring things than playing on your phone while hand grazing your broken horse.

does stopping to say hello to other horses count as tack walking?
good, because the clock is still running.

Fortunately, I have the most considerate horse in the whole world. He did not want this rehab to go down in the books as a one and done sort of deal. He really did miss being a part of the action and getting ridden, so he hasn't been lame again, but there are other ways to keep everyone amused.

Let us explore them.

because we are best friends and best friends look out for each other.
look at our best friend faces.

IN THE FACE

Leg injuries can certainly be complex, but I find there are few things more exciting in horse ownership than having your horse violently throw himself to the ground in front of you while you're grazing him after a bath.

After the initial, "What the fuck is happening?!" reaction, I saw the source of Bobby's groaning, head rubbing, flailing about in the grass problem. He had stuffed his giant, stupid, mule head into a ground bee's best and was being eaten alive.

Alright, that might be a slight overreaction, but they were swarming his stupid face, and I had to dive in and drag his stupid face away because he was just like, "arhghbgdlgl;kd, they're after me!!"

we love our lumps

When I put him away for the morning, the BM, farrier, and I all had a good laugh at his expense because all you could see at that point was one prominent sting on the middle of his nose. The next morning, it was clear he'd actually been hit multiple times. I couldn't get a picture that showed the full extent, but under his chin was massively swollen, and it looked like he'd adopted a rather prominent Roman nose.

doesn't even come close to showing how much it was swollen

After two days of handfuls of Benadryl (Yum, pink candy!), he was one hundred percent normal on Saturday.

IT'S GONNA BLOW

Friday was my planned day off for Bobby before potentially incorporating a few minutes of trot either Saturday or Sunday. I went out to drop off my board check and see how his face looked. I was in flip flops and shorts because it was ten bajilli degrees outside, I had the dogs with me because we'd stopped at TSC to get puppy food (which meant they went from the air conditioned car to the air conditioned store and back again before any crazy activists go all crazy), and I wasn't planning on being there for more than two minutes.

text break because i was too busy freaking out to take a pic
of his leg on this day

After looking at his swollen, lumpy face, I glanced down at his leg. And it was HUGE. Not only was it massively, insanely swollen, it was so hot it was pulsing. I was basically like, "His leg is literally just going to blow up right now. A literal fucking explosion is about to happen."

I threw the ice boot on him and strapped that baby down tight. I took his temp, sure that we'd finally hit the cellulitis stage, but it was a normal 99.4 and Bobby happily got to grazing as I ran around debating whether to make an emergency call to the vet or not.

I texted Hubby that Bobby was going to die, and he was all, "Is he actually lame, or..." (The implication being: "Or are you just being a total fucking freak again?")

another text break because yay walking.

So after twenty minutes of being iced, I pulled the boot off to put Bobby on the longe and see how he looked. First of all, the swelling in his leg? Gone. Then, on the line, he pranced around totally sound--not a head bob in sight.

I tossed him back in his stall and left instructions for him to start getting turned out in front boots. Horse compression wear for the win.

Mother fucking lumps

But now we finally get to the really fun part of this leg rehab process. The one where we get to play the game called Name Where Those Lumps Came From.

For reference, here is the original swelling on Day One of the crazy leg:

giant, but smooth and uniform

On Saturday, this is what his leg looked like when I first got there:

The skin funk developed the day before the vet saw him two weeks ago. It was a lot worse then, but has cleared up significantly with MTG. However, when there is heat in the leg, it's centralized around the back ankle where the scabs are the worst.

After riding with boots on for fifteen minutes, including two minutes of trot each way where he was sound, the leg looked like this:

Sunday pre-ride:

a better view of a normal bobby leg on the left:
tight except for old splints and rounded ankles because racehorse.

And Sunday post-ride:

Let me reiterate that at no point since I've start riding him last Monday has he been lame. The swelling has been intermittent and never the same as far as where it is or how bad it is. He hasn't had an increase in temperature, a loss of appetite, or a change or behavior (except for being so excited to trot OMG he's a racehorse he's so fast why don't I let him go so fast.)

Here's his first day of trotting:

My plan is basically to keep slowly pushing on until he either gets better or comes up lame. Or he spikes a temp or gives me some other reason to suspect cellulitis. Right now I'm scrubbing the skin crap with Castile soap, thoroughly drying it, putting a single layer of vet wrap around the leg, and then putting the ice boot on over that for twenty minutes (because ice directly on raw skin is never a good thing).

he's been a little zoomy, but he came right out after not being ridden for a month
with zero fuss and no happy drugs to pave the way.

I'm hesitant to apply the MTG every day because applying anything every day for a long period of time kind of freaks me out. However, I do think getting the irritating skin all cleared up is going to help out some with the swelling. I can palpate every centimeter of his leg with all my might and Bobby doesn't so much as acknowledge me, but the second I start picking at that stuff, he wants nothing to do with me.

If he goes lame, or the swelling doesn't continue to decrease after each ride, then I'll obviously have the vet out to ultrasound. I'm not a completely irresponsible horse owner. I'm just not a very wealthy one either.

so happy to do the trotting.

In the meantime, he'll only be ridden three or four times this week before having a break while I'm on "vacation". Next week is supposed to be the introduction of cantering, but because of the time off he'll get, I'm going to push that back another week. Maybe we'll be jumping again by September? I'll be happy with still being sound at that point.

Let's Recap. Let's EPIC recap.

I have been gone for a very long time. Like two weeks? Possibly closer to three. That's not really very long in the broad expanse of things, but in blog land it's like for-ev-errrrr.

here's my horse. he's still alive.

Basically I didn't feel like posting anything because fuck everything.

I've been stuck in Fuck Everything mode since the day we moved up here, and while the situation has perhaps stabilized a bit, this blog has always been on the cheeky, satirical, everything-is-so-LOL side and I have definitely not been in that mindset for a long time.

I'm no good at faking that shit either. "My horse did this funny thing where he OH GOD WHY DO I HAVE TO LIVE IN THIS PLACE but it was funny because I HATE MY MISERABLE LIFEEEEE."

You know what I'm saying?

here's my horse again. all he's been doing is standing around.

So let me recap what you've missed, and what you're going to miss because updates are going to continue to be sparse for awhile longer.

Bobby threw down his worst  dressage test ever at our last show, we didn't get to jump due to monsoons, we moved barns, his hips fell off, my riding bestie came to visit, his hips got put back together, he broke his leg, I had a brief affair with a celebrity, he did a lot of grazing, I had to cancel my trip to Chicago the same day my family's dog had to be put down, I did a hunter pace on a different horse, Bobby un-broke his leg just in time for the vet to arrive and insult his butt, and I was given permission to ride my horse again.

Obviously that will require a more in-depth break down.

Dressage

Day one of our two day show was dressage. The location got moved to where we had dressage for GVRDC (and garnered a 6th place OTTB ribbon that I picked up this time around) because the ground where it's usually held was too sloppy. That meant Bobby was familiar with the area and we had a ton of room to warm up. Perfect.

Only Bobby said no. Bobby said, "Fuck that noise. Don't touch me, Mr Bit Checker. Don't look at me, Grey Horse. Don't talk to me, Ring Steward. Do not speak out of the window, Lady Judge. Did that flower just move at A? That's it. We are done here."

He was in fine Bobby form, and even threw in a patented "I WILL LITERALLY GO SIDEWAYS AND BACKWARDS OUT OF THIS RING RIGHT NOW" move when I asked him to pick the trot back up halfway through our test.

It was a complete wash, and we scored a 40.6 to get the worst score of our cumulative careers. So much for that secret hope of qualifying for Area I champs...

look at all these cool things we could have jumped!

Jumping

But there might have been a chance even with that awful, bottom-of-the-board score because it started raining when we were warming up for dressage, and it never stopped. I'd walked the cross country course that Friday after a week of no rain and it was still wet out there. With the rain, I was expecting quite a few people to withdraw.

Unfortunately, we got so much rain that the organizer cancelled cross country and all of the Prelim division completely, and required anyone that still wanted to come out for the stadium to jump in their vests. With that mandate indicating the footing was awful, the fact that it was still raining, and having a horse that's already not the best in stadium, I opted to withdraw myself so as not to give my poor horse a confidence-crashing experience.

Womp, womp.

not just standing, but walking!

New barn

Right after the cancelled show, I moved Bobby to our new barn while picking up another horse along the way. Not for me, sadly. But a girl had just moved to the area from CA (and more specifically from the Riding Warehouse team, whaaat!) and was also moving her new dude to this barn. So I grabbed him, grabbed Bobby, and dumped them both.

Our new barn is amazing. I've only been here two weeks and it already feels like home. It's not as pretty as the last place, but I still get an indoor, an outdoor, and there are little cross country jumps, plus lots of trails to explore. Plus it's just better.

not the best at staying focused long enough to pose for pictures.

Broken, Part I

Unfortunately, I've only ridden my horse once since that fucking dressage test. He managed to take his hips from "Probably need to get adjusted here eventually" to "This horse is too lame behind to do anything with until he gets adjusted."

Fortunately, the barn has a chiro on call. Unfortunately again, he was on his way to FL when BM called and we had to wait a week for him to come out.

looking super thrilled about carting her through the mud

Riding Bestie

Sarah, owner of the Dutch Hippo and frequently featured on this blog usually for falling off the Dutch Hippo, drove all the way up from PA while I was waiting on the chiro and spent the day doing pony things with me. We took Robert on a trail walk, got bullied by Siri while trying to get lunch ("Take us to Taco Bell, Siri. Wait a minute...Siri! This is a weight watchers, you whore!" True story.), went down to the track to watch the NY Oaks and Derby, stopped in to the Mormon temple for a selfie, ate a lot of cupcakes, swam the dogs, ate some more cupcakes, and I sent her on her way.

It was much needed Riding Bestie time.

well hello there.

Broken, Part II

The chiro appointment finally arrived. I grabbed Bobby to give him a quick groom and noticed quickly that his RF leg was blown the fuck up. The chiro adjusted him--all the same spots he's always out in, just worse in the hips this time (Always good when an equine professional who's working on your horse looks at a problem area and goes, "HUH.").

what we're the best at.

Broken, Part III

The barn's farrier was also there, so she dug around to see if she could find any sign of an abscess. Nope! I sweat it overnight, it looked better the next day, I iced it and wrapped it again, it looked miles worse the day after that. I caved and called the vet, but no one could fit me in until Wednesday (that being today!).

So Bobby has spent the last week with an ice boot strapped to his leg for an hour every day while stuffing his face. He doesn't mind the face-stuffing part, but you can tell he's starting to get bored with life. Every time a horse goes by him in tack, he screams his brains off. Sorry, dude. Stop fucking breaking yourself and you could get in on the action, too.

puppies!

Celebrity Affair

No, I'm just kidding. Look at my doggies instead. Aren't they cute?!

more grazing. every day grazing.

Nom Nom

Literally all my horse has been doing since June 28th.

a much younger thunder puppy and his girlfriend sophie who had to be put down a few years ago

Sorry Chicago

I had long-standing plans to go home so I could stuff my fucking face at the Taste of Chicago all weekend, but when the day I was supposed to leave rolled around, I simply couldn't come up with the money to comfortably get out there. That was pretty depressing as I only get to see my family once a year as it is.

Then, later that same day, my mom called to tell me she had to put our old man dog Thor down due to a ruptured spleen. He was thirteen years old which is a good, long life for a big dog, but we adopted him when I was a junior in high school, so he's been apart of our lives for a really long time. With the loss of my Kelpie last September, having to put Stripes down in May, and my mom having to put her two oldest cats down this year as well, it's been a pretty sucky animal existence for all.

short, fat QH neck. so adorbs.

Hunter Pace

Despite my horse being lame, my wonderful new BM put me on her brand new $10,000 Quarter Horse and told me to take him on the barn's hunter pace last weekend for funsies. I was like, "Wellll....if you really need me to...."

lol, jk. Of course I said yes! I'll take any riding, even if it is a 15hh horse with a barrel wider than if I squished all of Bobby's body into a ball. Ralphie is a western pleasure reject BM is going to turn into a hunter, and he's so obese that he needs to work off an easy hundred pounds before he can really do anything. I've been lucky enough to get to ride him a few times now, and he's such a happy, kind dude.

He did his first ever jumps while we were on the hunter pace, and despite kind of bumbling his way over them, he never said no or got upset about anything. Our group even came in second. That's right. I said group. I have barn friends now, bitches.

the offending booty.

Broken, Part IV

Are we on part four? Somewhere around there. The vet finally made it out this morning, and as horses always do, Bobby's leg looked pretty fucking perfect. Still a little edema around his ankle, and warmer in comparison to the other leg, but you'd be hard pressed to find it if you weren't obsessively looking.

Nevertheless, Vet palpated every tendon and ligament she could in the RF, compared them all to the LF, and then went back and groped the RF some more. She hoof tested him, compared to the other side, and poked him some more. I put him on the longe line both ways, and then we did a full set of flexions on all four legs.

Bobby flexed negative all around up front. Vet was pleased, but thought she'd seen some off-ness in the RH while he was on the longe, and since I was already paying for a lameness exam and this was the first time she's seen him, she went ahead and flexed his hind legs where he flexed positive on both.

We discussed his extensive history with his weak hind end. Since we've moved, we haven't done any hills (as there are none around here), and haven't really been able to trail ride. Plus he hasn't been worked in several weeks and that's never a good thing for his tush. Vet said that's probably why he looks wonky, and she wouldn't worry about it if that's his norm--just put some muscle back on his pathetic backside.

maybe we can do this again this year after all!

The Plan

All that meant I got to skip paying for an ultrasound--this time around. Vet said to start tack walking him Monday. Walk for a week, and then put him on the longe and assess soundness. If he looks good, we can trot for a week, add canter the week after that, and then slowly start jumping again. If he's still off, or if the swelling comes back at any point, it's ultrasound time to see if there's a lesion in there somewhere.

But since the leg resolved itself so well with a week of nothing more than some icing and regular turnout, she doesn't think it's really anything serious. Much better news than I was expecting!

just a few more days, robert!

There's your Poor Woman Showing update. I can't imagine anything more boring to write about than tack walking, plus this is just more work than my brain can handle at the moment, so I'll be back....whenever. If you're really dying to see what Bobby is up to, you can always follow me on instagram or even be my friend on facebook. All you'll get is pony or puppy pictures, but there are worse things.