

Back home yet again this weekend, to check on Gypsy's scratches, as well as get some stuff done I didn't get to last weekend. I am so proud of my pony, I must say. I was reading online about it and it said to be very careful when removing the scabs they get on their pasterns because a lot of horses will kick....well it hurts! And I recall horses while working for the summer at the vet's office....some of them got hurt, and they just paniced and lost all trust in people. My Gypsy?
Well yesterday evening I brought her out to my car, had some grooming stuff in my trunk. I just laid her lead rope in the trunk- no I did not tie her to my trunk- and I filled up a plastic pink bucket of betadine water to soak her feet. And she stood there like a statue to let me hold her feet in the water. And even more impressive...I started to pick off all the icky little scabbies off her pasterns..she was not tied up, it was just me and her. And she did not move. Didn't scoot away, didn't kick. The worst thing she would do is lift her foot out of the bucket and hold it there. She was a perfect angel patient. I am so proud of her.
And then I tacked her up and punched holes in my mom's front lawn. I lunged Gypsy around in some pretty loose side reins- since she has no muscle tone anymore. But she did so well, she tried to stretch to the bit :)