It was madness on Friday. Dashing 100 miles from our last field site of the day home, changing bags, changing trucks, only to dash again to the farm and pick up Encore and wind our way up into the Blue Ridge of Virginia. We made it to our friend's farm around 9:00 pm, I tucked Encore in in his pasture, then passed out shortly after.
I played video and pole girl Saturday morning; it was interesting to watch the lessons I taped. The first, especially was tackling the same problems I was having and I laughed as she finished, "I think you just got my lesson!"
We had a quick lunch with David and I was excited to saddle up Encore and show off how far he'd come. We started our typical Warm Up Circle of Death, but as soon as we got to the canter work, I knew something was wrong. Encore was falling out hard behind and kept doing a strange hop step with his hind feet on his left lead. David watched carefully and said, "I don't remember this horse doing this before."
"No," I said, "he's been uneven but this is the worst it's been."
He put us through a low bounce gynmanstic. After we did it for the fifth or sixth time, I knew he was concerned. We never work through a gymnastic line that many times. We tried a couple of small courses, but every jump was odd. I stopped and said, "David, I can't see anything, it doesn't feel right, I feel as if I've suddenly forgotten how to ride, there's nothing there?"
"That's because there is nothing there, you have no canter," he responded. My heart sunk. "You know," he said, "I had a whole plan for this horse today but as soon as I saw the canter issues, I had to throw it all out the window."
It was like a knife to the heart but I knew he was right. And I couldn't say it was a total surprise either. I'd been watching Encore for a few months, not sure if it was strength issue or something else, as horses are often uneven behind until they get stronger. But as the work got harder, the issue became more pronounced. Our dressage trainer noticed his left hind didn't flex as well as the right and even Dr. Brian asked if he'd ever had stifle issues. David was just the one who came right out and said, "You have a mechanical problem."
"I've just been really hoping he just needed to be stronger," I pleaded. "I've been gun-shy since the Solo Incident."
"I completely understand that," he said, "but there is nothing to be gained by being an ostrich. Go do your diagnostics, pinpoint the problem, then you can fix it and move on with the myriad of treatment options available today."
I was disappointed, yet at the same time, very grateful for his direct assessment and the recommendations he offered. It gave me a concrete game plan to step forward and address the issue and his eye gave me credibility to take to the diagnostic center.
My money is on the left stifle and I am hoping it is something simple. I've known several other horses with similar issues and a simple stifle injection or something similar had them back on track. Well, I am really hoping it is nothing, but anyone who's been in horses long enough knows they are horses: it is not if but WHEN you be looking sorrowfully at your lame partner. It doesn't matter what breed or type -- they are all walking suicide machines (except for Shetland ponies, but I believe evil sustains them).
On the plus side, he is not out of riding commission, so we can still work on things and do fun rides, but we cannot step forward in training until we resolve this and he is able to even up behind. At the very least, our spring eventing season was done anyway, my summer work schedule is picking up, and we had no horse trial plans until the fall. So I suppose if any timing is ever right, this one is.
Tomorrow morning, I shall consult the Batphone and we shall see what there is to be seen. This, indeed, is why I insisted on insurance for the first year!
I played video and pole girl Saturday morning; it was interesting to watch the lessons I taped. The first, especially was tackling the same problems I was having and I laughed as she finished, "I think you just got my lesson!"
We had a quick lunch with David and I was excited to saddle up Encore and show off how far he'd come. We started our typical Warm Up Circle of Death, but as soon as we got to the canter work, I knew something was wrong. Encore was falling out hard behind and kept doing a strange hop step with his hind feet on his left lead. David watched carefully and said, "I don't remember this horse doing this before."
"No," I said, "he's been uneven but this is the worst it's been."
He put us through a low bounce gynmanstic. After we did it for the fifth or sixth time, I knew he was concerned. We never work through a gymnastic line that many times. We tried a couple of small courses, but every jump was odd. I stopped and said, "David, I can't see anything, it doesn't feel right, I feel as if I've suddenly forgotten how to ride, there's nothing there?"
"That's because there is nothing there, you have no canter," he responded. My heart sunk. "You know," he said, "I had a whole plan for this horse today but as soon as I saw the canter issues, I had to throw it all out the window."
It was like a knife to the heart but I knew he was right. And I couldn't say it was a total surprise either. I'd been watching Encore for a few months, not sure if it was strength issue or something else, as horses are often uneven behind until they get stronger. But as the work got harder, the issue became more pronounced. Our dressage trainer noticed his left hind didn't flex as well as the right and even Dr. Brian asked if he'd ever had stifle issues. David was just the one who came right out and said, "You have a mechanical problem."
"I've just been really hoping he just needed to be stronger," I pleaded. "I've been gun-shy since the Solo Incident."
"I completely understand that," he said, "but there is nothing to be gained by being an ostrich. Go do your diagnostics, pinpoint the problem, then you can fix it and move on with the myriad of treatment options available today."
I was disappointed, yet at the same time, very grateful for his direct assessment and the recommendations he offered. It gave me a concrete game plan to step forward and address the issue and his eye gave me credibility to take to the diagnostic center.
Sorry, mom. But I wanted to make sure the insurance was worth it! |
On the plus side, he is not out of riding commission, so we can still work on things and do fun rides, but we cannot step forward in training until we resolve this and he is able to even up behind. At the very least, our spring eventing season was done anyway, my summer work schedule is picking up, and we had no horse trial plans until the fall. So I suppose if any timing is ever right, this one is.
Tomorrow morning, I shall consult the Batphone and we shall see what there is to be seen. This, indeed, is why I insisted on insurance for the first year!