So, unfortunately that means riding for me is basically done indefinitely. The vet ok'd her toting small kids around at a walk but other than that, she's not allowed to engage in "forced" exercise. Whatever she feels like doing is ok, as long as she initiates it but the goal is to keep her low-key.
All that said, she's been "officially" retired into her new job of Pasture Maintenance Supervisor.
HOWEVER, the silly girl has apparently declined reading the manual and is really feeling frisky. She's also moving quite a bit better than she was just a week ago - now just lame at the trot and not lame at all at the walk! I'm thrilled with her.
I'm thinking I need to start handwalking her daily outside the pasture or something because at this rate, she IS going to re-injure herself AGAIN while doing some silly maneuver.
Gosh darn horse! Haha
In her defense, she is a really intelligent girl with quite a bit of natural energy ~I thank the LORD I did not know her when she was young, she was probably TERRIFYING~ so I mean, I totally get boredom+energy=cray-cray.
Tomorrow I have a lesson kid coming out who loves Lacey, I'm thinking I might suggest that we take L and the goats on a walk in the neighborhood. I think they would all really like that.
So, as a disclaimer, in some of these pictures she is doing things that are exactly the opposite of what's currently good for her and believe me, they were NOT "mom"-condoned. Hahaha
And of course, the goats are doing great. They and Lacey are REALLY bonded and it makes me super happy. I finally finished shearing Hazel so I'm rather proud of that (turns out that the trick was to tie her head up short in a halter+lead rope, then hold up whatever leg is closest to the area I want to work on - she can't move away and she can't bite me! Success! The first time she threw herself on the ground but after realizing that breathing was not exactly condoned in that position, due to her head being tied up, she pretty much gave in. Go Hazel!!). Atticus is getting bigger by the day, it's insane. APPARENTLY, according to someone I know online who used to own a wether of Atti's same breed (La ManchaXAlpine), there's every possibility that his withers could end up around my waist height!! Small pony sized! What??! The best!
Anyhoo, I'll stop with the words and get on with the pictures!
"I could SO figure out how to use your camera, if only you would let me!"
"What?? You didn't like it when Lady did this and you don't like it when I do it? But I'm so cute!!"
"Really? You're expecting me to STAND here?"
"Really?? Leaves ON MY FACE??"
"Well then, I think I'll just leave! Hah."
"*raps* My name is Hazel, I gotta' horse. Are you jealous? Why of course!" (Hazel is trying out career options)
"I EAT WHAT I WANT."
No Lacey! No running!!!
Yes Lacey! Walking!
WHY ARE YOU REARING??!!! Who ARE you??
Everybody falls in line when Lacey says so. Fur realz.
That is all. I hope you are all having a lovely day!! :)