I attempted to go for a trail ride this afternoon, but Rock just wasn't himself.
Uh uh. Not crossing. He just stood there.
I put a little more pressure on, and he took a step back. Huh? He never backs up. I have to wrestle him to get him to back up. I put more of my pelvis into it and kicked him forward, and he took several steps back away from the street.
Hmmm. Maybe he knew a vehicle was coming.
I waited, but none came. Was he stopping because the last time I rode him, I stopped him in that spot to talk to the other horseback riders? And was he backing because I asked him to back up when he was trying to bite the other horse's butt?
That didn't quite make sense. There were no horseback riders there now. I scanned the horizon for something that might worry him, but didn't see anything. It was a windy day and the trees and bushes were waving back and forth, but that's usually not an issue for Rock. That would definitely send Bombay or Gabbrielle flying for home, but Rock is a rock.
I had seen a baby bunny, the size you can hold in the palm of your hand, by the hay barn, and I had tossed a few pellets to it. Rock got excited and wanted me to give him some, but I said no. He'd been trying to snack on grass and weeds all the way up the driveway. Maybe he was refusing to leave home until he got a snack?
That didn't quite make sense, because he knew there was plenty to snack on out in the desert.
I urged him forward again, and he continued going backward and had his ears back. It's rare for Rock to put his ears back. He was adamant about not wanting to go for this trail ride. I'm sure I could have gotten him across the street if I dismounted and led him, but at this point I suspected that he was communicating with me that he didn't feel well.
I rode him around the back yard a little bit just to see if he had an issue with leaving the barn, but he was still communicating that he wanted me to get off.
You can see in this next picture that he has a pained expression on his face...
I'm taking both Midge and Scrappy in to see the vet because they both have complicated tumors. Midge's tumor is always open and bleeding, and Scrappy's tumor is deforming one of his toes. They are also due for vaccinations. The vet's office set me up with the first available appointment they had, which was a week in the future. A short time after that, I received a text message confirming my appointment on that day at that time. Then I did a double-take at the message. It wasn't from my vet's office. It was from my dentist's office. What are the chances that the only two appointments I have within the next month landed on the same day at the exact same time?
That always happens to me. It's so weird. So, I called the dentist's office to reschedule, and instead of moving me back a few weeks, they moved me up just a few hours, so I've got two appointments in one day. I normally refuse to do that, because appointments in the same day almost always collide with one another, but I decided to have faith. Everything happens for a reason.
My arthritis pain has been really bad lately, and I suspect the same is true for Midge and Scrappy, because I've been having to drag them out from underneath tables and carry them outside to go to wee. It's hard on me to do that when I have no cushioning left in my knees. I have to bend over and crouch and lift. I'm having a hard time keeping up with washing Scrappy's diapers, and the older Midge gets, the less stable her diabetes gets, so I've been having to bend over and get down on my hands and knees to scrub the carpet more than usual. Just after that short ride around the property on Rock, I was dragging my leg behind me.
Yesterday evening after cleaning up manure, feeding the horses, feeding the dogs, feeding the people, and taking the dogs out half a dozen times, I was wishing I had a wheelchair. After a while, I just laid on the couch. Simply re-positioning my legs was so painful that I stopped taking the dogs out all together and either let my husband deal with it or let them go in the house. Since I've been having bad days, it's easy for me to understand when a horse is having a bad day too.