I think Pia's mom coined the term "Mare-Wolf" so that might be more fitting. It took me about two hours to get to the barn after work. On my journey, I stopped at the tack store to pick up some more Cocosoya oil (and side note: I am so FRICKING excited that they have it! So much cheaper.) The same woman who checked me out the last time was working. She asked me how I was doing with a very sad look on her face (since the last time I broke down bawling at the check out.) I quickly explained that she was still alive.
After tonight I wanted to kill her however.
I got to the barn and she was in her stall. I might as well have been invisible. She was a freaking psycho. She had just been brought in from the pasture where apparently she is now buddy, buddy with the herd leader. The care taker said that from watching the interaction she is jockeying for leader and just might make it.
JUST what I need. Crazy, hot thoroughbred who is in charge.
She will take over the world. Just you wait and see! How invisible was I? I had a carrot....she didn't care. It was THAT bad.
She kept looking for her friends and didn't care that I was there. Her back legs had dried mud caked on so I decided to be nice and brush them off. She was super naughty mare-face. She tried to kick, and so I gave her a big old whack. All of the sudden she was like, "Oh, OH, hey, what are you doing here?" Seriously Denali. She had a halter on, and someone holding her and she was still oblivious.
We had a halter on her and that seemed to really piss her off. She kept shaking her head, so I wonder if there really is something going on near her poll. I e-mailed the vet (e-mail #3,430) and asked her if there could be something wrong and if there is a way to check (x-ray or sonogram.)
Mare. I love you so much.
Please stop stressing me out.
In other news, the front left has officially been diagnosed as a bowed tendon. WONDERFUL. She is still being treated as a pasture pet, so it is wrapped, but she is turned out. I can't keep her in a stall anymore. She's spent 7 months in a stall and she loves being out. The vet said it will be okay. I guess Wednesday she was sore in the morning so they left her in, but she seemed fine today. I appreciate the vet SO much. She evaluates Denali on a daily basis and decides what is best for her for that day.
We've officially have now majorly injured all 4 legs. I think she should get some sort of award at this point. Maybe I should?