One Giant Leap for Gogo Kind

It happened.
Today, I got on my mare for the first time in almost two months.

Ever since that day when her bandages slid, I've been agressive with the cold therapy and it has paid off. Those legs have been cooler and tigher this week than they've been since the injury. So, I decided that today was the day.

I groomed her,
pulled out her tack,
and smiled because her ears just about popped off of her head they were so forward.
I have pictures but I forgot my camera at the barn.

Stephanie asked if I was going to stick her with some tranq and I said no. I mean, logically I would have if she were any other young, fit event horse who had been cooped up in a stall for two months. But she's Gogo.

I got on, made my way to the outdoor arena, and we moseyed for 15 minutes. I was sad to see how atrophied her neck was, but was completely impressed with how my mare wandered up to the outdoor, where she had never been before, and hacked around on the buckle after being trapped inside for two months.

At the very end she suddenly realized that she really wanted to be galloping like the neighbor's horse who was tearing around his field like a maniac, so we stopped and I got off. She didn't put a foot wrong, just got reallllllllly tall and popeyed. I wasn't about to take a chance, so we finished with a solid 15 minutes under saddle. She was perfect and a delight. And she felt very good.


It's a really big little step on the road back to soundness. A tiny triumph on a beautiful, 70-degree sunny November day.

I will remember this day for a very long, long time.