A couple of months ago I posted this picture on Instagram:
Because I couldn’t help myself. Sometimes I go to Trainer’s house and clean out the stalls there for her (or house sit or whatever) and this young man, Wise Guy Rog, was such a super fun and friendly stallion that I had to take a selfie with him. (That day I also discovered that front-facing camera selfies are so much easier than back-facing ones! But I digress.)
Then I kept quiet about Wise Guy for a while because of superstition. WG was a sale prospect and my RBF was like “oh maybe I want him?” but after our former bad luck with Ronin’s injury, we wanted to keep it low key. So RBF rode WG a bit and I reminded her how hideously ugly he was so we wouldn’t get too attached.
As these things go, RBF scheduled a vet check. And WG failed.
The vet was a little worried. Apparently four year old horses who have been in super light work are supposed to be sound. Interestingly, he passed all his flexions, it was just trotting in a circle on the hard ground that gave off a little something. Maybe stone bruises because his feet were soft like putty? They rescheduled.
So we kept quiet again. And WG stayed on stall rest and tried not to explode all of his buckets while his feet healed. Second vet check: another failure. This time a different foot was off on the circle on hard ground. The farrier found more bruises and a small abscess at his next appointment.
By this point, we were understandably upset. We’d all become attached but buying a lame four year old is not really a sound idea. Pun intended. He got a two week ultimatum.
Vet check the third: passed! With flying colors. And nothing scary in his rads.
So evidently, all a little horse needed was some time. Two and a half months of time, to be exact. To grow some new feet and get rid of some bruises. And worry us sick in the meantime, but whatever. Now there is a new baby horse in the family! And my RBF will get to experience all the tears and trauma and drama and dramatics and theatrics of a velocirpatorish baby ottb too. Sorrynotsorry, RBF. It’s
kinda worth it.
So now we can happily present to you Gryphon. The newest member of our family, a gumby-deer-energizer-bunny-rooster extraordinaire, possible Original Gangasta, likely tear-creator and equally large parts joy-maker. We can’t wait to watch you grow up!