Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
With that, we were down for the count again. If you follow us on Facebook, you already know that Encore has the dubious distinction of managing to bruise all four of his feet at once. While I felt rather relived when Dr. Bob pronounced his diagnosis, as it was far better than whatever mysterious thing my brain was dreaming up, it was still frustrating and a bit disheartening whilst in the middle of it. Bite me, fall schedule.
This year has been akin to hoof murder for many, though. It went something like this:
Wet
Dry
Wet
Wet
Wet
Dry
FLIES FLIES FLIES
Wet
Wet
FLIESDRYWETFLIESAGH!
Shoes came loose, muscles got sore from ground concussion, and everyone ended up aggravated.
Sometimes it seems like my sexy brown horse is bent on getting out of work. Each time we get into the swing of things, we crash into the wall. Even Dr. Bob shakes his head a bit because Encore has great conformation, wonderful athleticism, and worlds of try. And there is certainly not anything wrong with him outside of his back's arthritic changes, which have done great with injections and caused no further issues. He just seems to have picked up his owner's penchant for hurt-yourself-just-enough-to-be-annoying. Naturally, Mr. Solo Of The Wussy Feet...is fine.
Making a list of his creative ways of hurting himself does make me feel better though. Yeah, that sounds odd, doesn't it?? But it does remind me that they are all just poorly-timed little things. A pulled ligament, a foot bruise (psh, who does just one, go big or go home!), a sore muscle. Irritating, yes, but undeniably a part of owning the sporthorse!
His back feet have already blown out their abscesses. His hocks were a bit sore from compensating for sore feet and more stomping, so we injected the lower hock joints to tide him through healing (heck, he raced for three years, it's not like he's never had a joint injection) by reducing soreness and letting him move more smoothly and naturally. Interesting tidbit: I asked Dr. Bob if there was any data about hock injections in terms of future prognosis, as I know he keeps up on his science. I was very happy to learn that with hocks, the injections do not exacerbate any issues or limit your treatment window in the same way that coffin or fetlock joint injections can.
He'll stay on his bute until his front feet decide to erupt, remaining in a light riding schedule on grass to help keep the blood pumping in his feet and encourage those bruises to move out and heal. And of course, I broke out my Durasole and introduced the two of them, along with my fly boots! I already know from his radiographs that he has lovely, thick soles, they just need to be a bit harder this year to battle the crazed weather on top of hard ground in which rocks are a cash crop. I also picked up this nifty little battery-powered fly mister for the run-in shed.
Keep an eye on those tootsies, folks, and don't forget, proactive is always better than reactive! And less expensive, sigh...
With that, we were down for the count again. If you follow us on Facebook, you already know that Encore has the dubious distinction of managing to bruise all four of his feet at once. While I felt rather relived when Dr. Bob pronounced his diagnosis, as it was far better than whatever mysterious thing my brain was dreaming up, it was still frustrating and a bit disheartening whilst in the middle of it. Bite me, fall schedule.
This year has been akin to hoof murder for many, though. It went something like this:
Enjoying dinner in a ditch in mismatched anti-stomp finery. |
Dry
Wet
Wet
Wet
Dry
FLIES FLIES FLIES
Wet
Wet
FLIESDRYWETFLIESAGH!
Shoes came loose, muscles got sore from ground concussion, and everyone ended up aggravated.
Sometimes it seems like my sexy brown horse is bent on getting out of work. Each time we get into the swing of things, we crash into the wall. Even Dr. Bob shakes his head a bit because Encore has great conformation, wonderful athleticism, and worlds of try. And there is certainly not anything wrong with him outside of his back's arthritic changes, which have done great with injections and caused no further issues. He just seems to have picked up his owner's penchant for hurt-yourself-just-enough-to-be-annoying. Naturally, Mr. Solo Of The Wussy Feet...is fine.
Making a list of his creative ways of hurting himself does make me feel better though. Yeah, that sounds odd, doesn't it?? But it does remind me that they are all just poorly-timed little things. A pulled ligament, a foot bruise (psh, who does just one, go big or go home!), a sore muscle. Irritating, yes, but undeniably a part of owning the sporthorse!
His back feet have already blown out their abscesses. His hocks were a bit sore from compensating for sore feet and more stomping, so we injected the lower hock joints to tide him through healing (heck, he raced for three years, it's not like he's never had a joint injection) by reducing soreness and letting him move more smoothly and naturally. Interesting tidbit: I asked Dr. Bob if there was any data about hock injections in terms of future prognosis, as I know he keeps up on his science. I was very happy to learn that with hocks, the injections do not exacerbate any issues or limit your treatment window in the same way that coffin or fetlock joint injections can.
He'll stay on his bute until his front feet decide to erupt, remaining in a light riding schedule on grass to help keep the blood pumping in his feet and encourage those bruises to move out and heal. And of course, I broke out my Durasole and introduced the two of them, along with my fly boots! I already know from his radiographs that he has lovely, thick soles, they just need to be a bit harder this year to battle the crazed weather on top of hard ground in which rocks are a cash crop. I also picked up this nifty little battery-powered fly mister for the run-in shed.
Keep an eye on those tootsies, folks, and don't forget, proactive is always better than reactive! And less expensive, sigh...