Quick.

I haven't fallen off the face of the earth or died, I promise. I've just been feeling the spring fever and have been avoiding being inside and on the computer when I could be outside playing in the sunshine instead. I have a lot to write about. Gogo was coming along beautifully, amazingly, and I was feeling on top of the world. And then yesterday, she came up dead hobbling lame again mid-ride, just like before. And again today, she's 85% better already. But clearly, there is something we've missed going on. My suspicion is stifle. But at this point, I don't know.

I hate this. I'm always a few degrees off-center when my Gogo isn't right. I'm not going to be okay until I find out what the hell is going on. We'll be going back up to Tufts next Tuesday because they'll be able to more definitively diagnose what's going on, and of course demand three times the money of my regular vet. Insurance is all over for this claim... it's all out of pocket now, and that's hard. That's all my hard-earned and penny-pinched money I've put away for the show season. Which, unfortunately, isn't going to be happening anymore.

My friends are making me go out again tonight. They always do this when I'm down to try and make me feel better. Honestly, all it does it make me want to be alone.