Monday, August 22, 2005

Lovely vacation day. Totally glorious weather. Decided to clean (what!?!? Yes, clean). I was washing to kitchen floor with water, chlorine and a little dish soap. Wy was trying to help but I finally got him away. As I was mopping up with a towel and setting it beside/behind me to scrub he must have taken it in his mouth. Next thing I know he is up against me and shaking. Believe it or not I stayed calm. Got him to drink some water then eat a little something. We went outside but he kept shaking so I decided to take him To Plymouth Animal Hospital.

On the way, Wy started feeling better. I kept him in front with me and he started fly hunting. Different Doc but he was very good with Wyatt. He commented that he was very good with looking in his mouth. He also checked and Wyatt's baby molars haven't come out so when he goes for his surgery (we don't like calling a spade a spade) they will take them out if they haven't come out on their own. One way of getting some of his teeth.

I do not have proof and no witnesses either but PJ and I rode in the brown arena and then onto the grass of the jumping field. He didn't even look at the jump pile which use to send him into a hysterical ass (L and I have to get shirts with this on them). We were able to walk, trot and canter. Well, canter was just left lead even when asking for the right. It seems I am a bit tense and he isn't able to give me the right. I fed. There is such peacefulness in horses softly nickering as you bring food and quiet munching when you go back by.

Wyatt dry cacked when he ate is food but there seems to be no lasting ill effects.