Crocked

Me and Bee moved yards in May, it's a bigger yard and surprisingly nice. We have a lovely herd, and nice girl neighbours. All the ladies on the yard have been commenting on how handsome I am and how chilled me and Bee are as a pair.

TW and me had started making some plans for getting going again. It was exciting!! The roads are quieter round here and we have an indoor and outdoor school (hmmm!), a lesson was booked and TW had been in touch with peeps to make hacking plans - than feck it's been ages! Last Monday we even had our first teeny tiny pootle together, of course I was a good boy.

The problem is that I'm probably not that well at the moment, everything hurts and is stiff. The trimmer noticed a bit so we had the physio out. The physio noticed a bit more and did some treatment. TW sat down and thought a while and realised that she noticed a whole lot of stuff that she hadn't put together (5 pages of stuff!).

Yesterday I had the vet out. He bought his bird with him. They were both nice. TW was sad and stressed. My pulses are very slightly raised in my feet and I'm super stiff. Far too stiff for a 7 year old. Rubbish. Stiff neck, tight shoulders, tight glutes and tight back. I didn't like my neck being treated so that has to wait til next time. wierd considering I have regular treatments and have only been ridden once in last few months.

TW felt guilty, she couldn't find my pulses. She thinks it all started when we moved from Bradmoor last year and I colicked. Maybe she is right. I just want to feel better so we can start getting out again. I have three weeks of gut medicine and carrot stretches and trying to get my tootsies feeling better. Wish us luck.