After all the drama this horse put me through last year--all the vet visits and mysterious lameness issues, having to change his shoeing setup three different times, I don't even know how many diet changes, etc etc--you'd think he'd enter the new year with his own personal goal of being less of a pain in my ass.
He did not.
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| just trying to enjoy my morning |
Of course it was in the single digits, so after I piled allllll my winter shit on, I drove over to the barn--in my truck so I could use 4wd because it never stops snowing here and the roads were still complete garbage--and pulled in to see Opie fully committed to the destructive lifestyle.
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| his bestie biscuit is gnawing on him on the other side |
At our last barn, his favorite game to play with his friends was halter tag, but since no one gets turned out in halters here his new friends have taught him the joys of playing with clothes instead. 0/10 recommend.
I went out to get him and found that not only was his nose still bloody, but he'd clearly been annoyed by it bleeding and rubbed it all down his leg and across the front of his blanket.
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| this is why we love grey horses |
I got him scrubbed clean, and I figured while I had him inside I'd let him have some rumpus time in the ring. Of course, after all the bucking and partying he blew his nose bleed open again and I had to do another clean up job before putting him back out, but it was good to see him move from the ground without just having to watch him casually trit trot in a circle around me on the longe.
He looks super sound at the trot--as he should at this point, but I'm so nervous about setbacks--and was sound at the little bit of canter he did. Interestingly though, he didn't want to canter around the short sides. That doesn't bother me, you pretty much have to be in collected canter to move correctly in our tiny ring and I don't think he's strong enough for that yet. However, he only cantered down the long sides in counter canter. If he was tracking right and picked up the right lead, he'd come down to the trot and then pick up the left lead to finish his "lap". So that probably means something, but I don't know what.

In the end, I think the nosebleed was nothing more exciting than a burst blood vessel or something. It was so fucking cold out and running around like an idiot is one of Opie's favorite pastimes. I couldn't find a cut or scrape anywhere in his nose, although he has plenty of dings on his head and neck from bitey face with his friends and probably scratching/rubbing his head on the hay feeders. He was fine, no worse for wear at the end of the day.
I rode him the next day in the double because it was still cold and I wanted to do a walk-only ride. We spent the first half of the ride on the buckle with one hand, doing all the steering and stopping and rein-backs, and just generally having the most fun being a Good Boi who knows what leg and seat aids are.
When I asked him to switch from leg yielding to half pass, I finally picked up the reins because the shoulders did not understand without help. Which is completely on brand for Opie.
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| so cute back in his big boi bridle |
He remained super quiet in the mouth and happy to do the work even as I started to really collect him and add lateral work to the collection. Everything feels like such baby steps, but they're big deal baby steps. Being able to get on and walk right off without having to support him every step so his hind end doesn't start tripping and falling out felt amazing. It was only the walk, but he felt
so sound. Like, I didn't even realize how subtly
not sound he'd been before we started this rehab and fixed so many things.
Fingers crossed we keep ticking along in the right direction!