But first the good

I have ALL the updates on Bobby's soundness issues, from conspiracy theories to multiple independent consults and everything in between. I've fluctuated between full on meltdown mode (Sorry, JenJ) and "Everything is fine! EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE FINE." which honestly is pretty close to the same thing.

But I'll save that post for tomorrow because on Friday Riding Bestie journeyed up for a visit because she's a better visitor than I am (Also I'm not entirely confident my LF wheel on my car isn't just going to fall off because I make everything I touch lame in the LF. Also it might just need a new wheel bearing which is nbd. BUT STILL.), and that was a day filled with fun adventures.

Epic recap of good things which is mostly just pictures instead of a vet telling me to cut my losses and put my horse down? Sign me up!

sarah led with this cake purchased just for my horse!
this is why we're friends.

bobby thought the icing was delicious

and he got it everywhere

"moar plz."

We rushed over to the barn as soon as Sarah got here to meet my farrier so Bobby could get his magic shoes put on. More on that tomorrow. While Farrier was doing hard work, we butchered the poor baby horse's mane in an attempt to make her look grown up. Instead she just looks....well, like someone got a little overzealous with the scissors. Hair grows back, nobody panic!

When Bobby was all done and tossed back outside, we saddled up Ralph and Rafiki for a low key meandering trail ride. Of course we ended up with the two biggest slugs in the barn, but we were able to get a little bit of sort of productive work done at the trot in the ring afterwords.

someone has to love ralphie, the fat lard.

Taco Bell, a trip to the tack store to get some new bell boots, and then back home to grab the doggies for a trip to PetSmart for Halloween costume shopping!

pig dog is a triceratops! not an iguana like hubby said.

kitten is a shark

and mags was pumped to rock her superman costume

Ponies, puppies, and copious amounts of junk food made for an awesome day, but then Bobby had to go and spoil it. I got a text from the barn around 6:30 that evening saying that Bobby was laying down and not wanting to eat. I thought it might be because he was sore on his new feet, but then A added that he was stretched out flat, and when she got him up he was kicking at his stomach and pawing. For real, Bobby?!

A dosed him while I was on my way and started walking him. When I got there he was most definitely colicking. He was breathing heavily, his stomach was tucked up and clenched, he didn't want so much as a peppermint, and he was definitely feeling very sorry for himself. I opted to wait it out a bit and wait for the meds to kick in because it looked more like a gas colic than anything more serious. Also, fuck you, Bobby. Stop spending my money!

just needed late night grass

After about twenty minutes he started to come around, and an hour in he'd drank an entire bucket of water and was munching on some soft hay. We toured around outside trying to get some poop moving, and A and I had a little hysterical funny not funny laugh that I should longe him but I couldn't because his foot is fucked up HAHA U SO FUN BOBBY. I finally left around 10:30 satisfied that he was feeling completely back to normal.

Bobby's on a bute regiment this week as he adjusts to his new feet so I gave him the weekend off. Instead I did other really super exciting things.

i made salsa. it's delish.

pimped out some pumpkins

put bobby's new XL booties on to cover his
high heeled sneakers

bobby says, "but wait! you forgot to bring me in for snacks!"

and i played dress up with the kitten (who is taking her shark outfit very seriously)
while long distance watching our football team be complete fucking losers with emma.

I capped off the weekend by discovering salted caramel frosting so cupcakes are on the docket for today. Very important business, yo.