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Friday night, Mom and I went for a lovely little ride on Shaughnessy and Beau. When we got back, we were starting the stall brigade, because it looked like it may well rain, and the run in shelter doesn't hold everyone. Our "stalls" are 12X12' metal pipe pens - 3 under the shelter behind the barn, and 2 (one as the run in shelter, one as a stall) with an integrated roofing system -- we covered ours with tin roofing.
We put JJ in her stall adjoining the run in shelter to start, because right now our fences are 'in process' and horses need to be haltered to access the other three stalls. Joy was in the run in shelter next to JJ. I was leading Shaughns around to her stall. I happened to look at the right moment. Clearly, JJ was saying SOMETHING to Joy. Who got Very. Mad. And ears back, charged at JJ. Then Joy spun around and kicked at JJ. WHACKING the lower part of her back right leg on the pipe pen. She immediately pulled up three legged.
Momma raithen took 1/2 a second to take a deep breath and way lay the panic, dropped the trusty Shaughns to eat grass and RACED to Joy. Who, three legged, was still making nasty faces at and charging JJ (who kept taunting Joy. Oy.).
I, of course, am having visions of broken limbs and euthanasia and can barely breathe. but I get her calmed down (and me) and haltered. She starts to weight bear, I start to be more relieved. Cold hosed her, and she seemed to be going sound as I led her to the stall.
And thank god, that was it. No other repercussions. But dear me that was terrifying. I spent a BIG chunk of the weekend a little bit scared of how this horse may someday break my heart. Which, of course, in the after math of the panic, Mom made sure to reinforce. Mom, bless her, comes from the school of be prepared for the worst so that you can better deal with it when it inevitably happens. Here pragmatism can, at times, be at odds with my occasionally (well, often?) worry-wart anticipating the worst side. I deal ok when stuff happens, as it turns out. But I can worry INCESSANTLY about the prospect of problems. So I try to be prepared and preventative, but not to talk about them or dwell on them. Because a throw away comment like "you know, with this horse, if she ever DOES break a leg doing something stupid you'll just have to get another horse and move on" can leave me worrying for DAYS. *sigh*
chances are though, even without the comment, the incident would have had me worrying. And Mom is, of course, right. I just wish Joy was a little less strong in her reactions. *sigh*
But she is ok, and that is what matters. ANd my heart is stronger for the incident, I suspect.....
We put JJ in her stall adjoining the run in shelter to start, because right now our fences are 'in process' and horses need to be haltered to access the other three stalls. Joy was in the run in shelter next to JJ. I was leading Shaughns around to her stall. I happened to look at the right moment. Clearly, JJ was saying SOMETHING to Joy. Who got Very. Mad. And ears back, charged at JJ. Then Joy spun around and kicked at JJ. WHACKING the lower part of her back right leg on the pipe pen. She immediately pulled up three legged.
Momma raithen took 1/2 a second to take a deep breath and way lay the panic, dropped the trusty Shaughns to eat grass and RACED to Joy. Who, three legged, was still making nasty faces at and charging JJ (who kept taunting Joy. Oy.).
I, of course, am having visions of broken limbs and euthanasia and can barely breathe. but I get her calmed down (and me) and haltered. She starts to weight bear, I start to be more relieved. Cold hosed her, and she seemed to be going sound as I led her to the stall.
And thank god, that was it. No other repercussions. But dear me that was terrifying. I spent a BIG chunk of the weekend a little bit scared of how this horse may someday break my heart. Which, of course, in the after math of the panic, Mom made sure to reinforce. Mom, bless her, comes from the school of be prepared for the worst so that you can better deal with it when it inevitably happens. Here pragmatism can, at times, be at odds with my occasionally (well, often?) worry-wart anticipating the worst side. I deal ok when stuff happens, as it turns out. But I can worry INCESSANTLY about the prospect of problems. So I try to be prepared and preventative, but not to talk about them or dwell on them. Because a throw away comment like "you know, with this horse, if she ever DOES break a leg doing something stupid you'll just have to get another horse and move on" can leave me worrying for DAYS. *sigh*
chances are though, even without the comment, the incident would have had me worrying. And Mom is, of course, right. I just wish Joy was a little less strong in her reactions. *sigh*
But she is ok, and that is what matters. ANd my heart is stronger for the incident, I suspect.....
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