He’s steady on his feet and is already casting about for things to make mischief with. Such as pushing his slo-feed hay bag through the stall window and pretending he doesn’t know how to reach out and bring it back in. (He does. I’ve seen him do it.) Licking my hair and nibbling the hood of my coat while I’m setting out my medical supplies: sterile bandage, vet wrap, pillow wrap, standing wrap. And picking up the foot I’m changing bandages on, then setting it down as soon as I adjust to bandaging while up, then picking up after I’ve readjusted. (I told him firmly that he was going to get a smack, and then he held still, and after I rewrapped the leg, I gave him a resounding kiss on the cheekbone. Smack!)
It took an hour to get all the bandaging and vet wrap off of the two front legs, as the vet wrapped them so thoroughly I had to rip, tear, and yank little strips off at a time. But the sutures look good, a little bruisy maybe, but no worse than I look when I’ve had to be sewn together. I wrapped both hind legs as well to give him support as he’s on stall rest until Wednesday and boy does he look sharp. The store only had red so I was forced outside my rut of hunter green, and it’s snazzy. Also red will provide a nice warm healing energy.
Salsa has settled in to his stall and paddock now, and will come up and stretch his nose up to touch my hand when I put my arm through the stall window. He’ll get some one-on-one time on Saturday and then we have our first Parelli Savvy Students Gold Country playdate here on Sunday. He’ll be my playpony for that.
Back to normal around here? Normal is as normal does.