My poor brother.
He is two years younger than I am. When we were little I HATED him. HATED, HATED, HATED. I use to beat the crap out of him on a daily basis. I remember coming home from college my Freshman year and trying to hit him (because I was mature, but in my defense he wasn't exactly nice to me either) and he picked me up by my arms and held me against the wall. He asked me if I was going to hit him again. I remember looking down at my feet dangling a foot off the ground thinking, hum...you're bigger than me now...shit.
Let's just say he's awesome and I love my baby brother so much. So much in fact that I have taken over his computer without his permission to write my blog. That's how much I love you! :)
The vet texted me today, nothing on the X-Rays. Damn it. She is sending it to the Radiologist to see if he sees anything. I know we should do the expensive test, but that is just out of the price range of what we can do. She's happy, and that's what matters.
My vet also learned how to fly a kite! She lunged Denali after she was in a stall for two days. Sigh. I wish my horse would understand that she is severely broken and she needs to take it easy for now. She's clueless. She thinks she's Seattle Slew training for the Kentucky Derby. She laughed at me when I told her that I refer to lunging as "kite flying." Denali is usually focused, and does a good job, but after being in a stall....forget about it.
I'm not sure when I will be able to commandeer the computer again, so I wanted to wish you all a VERY Merry Christmas. Thank you so much for all of your support and love you've shown both of us over the past year!! It has been a horrible year and I can only hope that 2011 treats us nicer! I also just realized that there are now 146 followers. Wow. Thanks for joining us in the past month, and to my long time readers thanks for following when all I was doing was training the beast....before things got really interesting!!
Merry Christmas to you and your ponies!!
Loves of Love,
Denali and her mom