We just got back from a wonderful afternoon out at the barn. After taking care of some chores (mucking out stalls, changing Curly's bandage, etc.) the girls and I took turns riding Q. I don't think he was too happy about the constant change in riders, but we had a good time! I got him to canter - my first time riding a horse at that speed. I have to admit that I felt just a tiny bit out of control. :-)
Curly was happy to wander all over the barnyard while we had fun. He's still not ridable, and the bandage usually smells pretty bad when we change it but I do think he is healing....just very slowly. (The smell is probably a combination of yucky wound stuff, and manure and dirt getting trapped in there. We clean it out as best we can every other day. This probably should be done daily, but I can't quite manage to find the time it takes to get out there that often.)
I looked at a house with 2.46 acres and a small barn here in town last weekend. And I fell in love with the place. The house was nothing special, but the land was great and the location even better. But I don't think we'll be able to get M. to even look at the property, let alone consider moving there. I really would like to live right next to our horse buddies....
