Well, someone or something in the universe is conspiring against me it seems! The same day I posted my last blog about how wonderful it is to be back out, I went to the barn and saw Oh So got an injury.
It’s a small nick on the outside of his right front, which unfortunately is right over top of his old suspensory.
He was pretty lame in trot, so I decided to get the vet out on Saturday morning to ultrasound. Luckily there were no significant issues upon examination, so we’re wrapping, icing and confining to a small paddock this weekend instead of competing.
I think it’s just the actual blow that’s making him lame, so I’m hoping with a few days of rest he’ll be OK.
I know people always say, “Oh, it’s horses,” but I am getting a little sick of my luck. I’ve waited a year to compete and now that we both can, we can’t.
I finally had some sense of balance and happiness where everything was finally going right, and now it’s gone again. And people wonder why I’m a pessimist!
I ‘m hoping against all hope that this is minor and he’ll be feeling better before Loudoun in two weeks. Wish us luck!