Know how I was all worried about Estes' arthritis and how much longer I'd get to ride her?
And I was perplexed because it seemed like she went downhill really quickly? Like, two weeks ago, she was sound and then suddenly she wasn't?
Yep. I'm an idiot. No wonder she looks at me with distain sometimes. It's because I deserve it and I'm an idiot. Don't know how else to put it.
I've be trying to figure out if she got hurt while we were out, or what I did differently recently and then I remembered this...
That would be a saddle. A perfectly good Aussie saddle that fits Estes beautifully.
It does not, however, fit me. Which I should have figured out from my first ride in it, since it gimped me up for two days afterward.
I am such a dumbass. We *just* did an episode on Horse Master about saddle fit and how it's important to fit both the horse and the rider. How could I have let that slip my mind?
Oh wait...it's because I'm a dumbass.
Anyway, we had the chiro up on Wednesday and he worked Her Highness over. He also admonished me that "no more saddles! Bareback only."
Guess I'd better master my Million Dollar Idea, then, huh? Still haven't gotten the hang of it. Mom and Bill are great with it - me, not so much.
Her Highness will get one more back crackin' on Tuesday and we'll be back in business. I found my Cosequin and started her on it on Wednesday as well, so when I go up on Sunday, she should be good for a short ride just to loosen up. She can go back to her usual ride schedule of once or twice a week for a couple of hours after Tuesday.
God, I hate it when I do something stupid and hurt my horse.