I knew that this would happen eventually. I missed a Saturday posting. In my defense, I thought yesterday was Sunday because we crammed all the Sunday in it, so we could go out of town today. I only just remembered. :(
Fail.
We know what makes Thunderhooves happy, but what does he hate to do? Let's not ignore those times that you have whip out all the tricks or pharmaceuticals for grooming.
I've been very lucky that Archie has tolerated most of my grooming shenanigans without more fanfare than a prancing or wandering down the aisle. But here's what I think my little Jerkface hates:
Contact
Collection
And intentional transitions.
Here's my monster telling Koby Robson what he thinks.
If I let him march around on a loose rein and stumble between the gaits, he would be a happy pony. But he's most likely to tell me to fuck myself during an upward transition or the collected trot (do people still practice the collected sitting trot?). Lazy pony is lazy.
I was really fortunate that the weather was so shitty last week, because the cold rain only seemed to help with Archie's cellulitis. Woo. By Wednesday of last week, the only heat was in the fugly sore on the front of his leg. After that, his leg started revealing more of its normal definition and by the weekend, I would say that all swelling had subsided.
I told the vet that I planned to stop buting and hosing on Friday of last week and he gave me his blessing. I also verified that I should leave the fugly part open and dry, which he was pretty adamant about. So now we just handwalk. A lot. He should finish his antibiotics either today or tomorrow. And then I just continue waiting.