Remember when I said that work sucked, but it was going to get better?  Well, there was a period of about two weeks in which it was sorta-better, but then it got bad again.  This second round, I refused to step up like I had the prior, so while I'm affected, I'm not as fucked as I had been.  Radio silence.

Farrier came by yesterday and tacked the shoe back on.  Pleasantly, I wasn't charged for the process!  (He's never charged me before, but has different standards when I'm not boarding with an elected official?)

I ran by my house to pick up my SmartPak, chock full of goodies, only to then leave it sitting on the freezer when I headed to the barn.

But, we rode!  I actually consider this the first real ride since his colic episode.  Walk, trot and canter.  And a little meander in another pasture, which necessitated going through a gross puddle twice.

Dirty pony.

Here's to tomorrow being Friday and that much closer to the effing weekend.