The storm earlier as we drove home from quick errands at the hardware store.
I tried something new with her mane
Gwyn was an idiot and went running away from me. I noticed she sliced her heel bulb. It wasn't bad, I cleaned it up, but it's definitely from her awful looking feet. The farrier is coming out Thursday, which is the 8 week mark, but I think with summer and minimal riding we're going to need to bump that to a more frequent visit.
Either way, I booted her up with bell boots and splints for riding so in case she hit herself again, I wouldn't be looking at a lame horse. I lunged her briefly to see how she was moving (normally) and how her focus was (on me quite quickly)
Happy happy! I told Eric on Thursday that I needed to ride. I could feel my patience ebbing away from parenting. It's draining. I feel rejuvenated now! And bonus, I'll be off blood thinners soon!
We ventured out into the pasture and I did several trot sets up the hill. And noticed that the bottom line was down! Gonna need to order some electrobraid.
Overlooking our domain
The ride stats summary!