Yeahhhhh, about that whole small paddock deal. Napoleon refused to stay in and the little bastard is so fuzzy that he can run straight through the bottom strand of fence and won't hardly feel a thing. Of course, with Napoleon's complete rejection of the idea of being confined to a small area with him, Reily was dejected and pissy and paced worse than ever. I had to put him back in the stall last night and today when I got home I decided to just bite the bullet, change his bandage, put him in brushing boots and turn him out in the little field with everyone else. I walked him out there with a chain over his nose and kept him on it for the first 10 minutes and he was acting, comparatively, controlled so I finally let him go.
Envision this: Complete Thoroughbred Retardation Episode.
Yep, he spent the next 5 minutes being the biggest idiot alive. Once he got it out of his system though he was more or less calm. We'll monitor him for the next several weeks but he has yet to take a lame step (in any gait).
But it's my birthday so I'm hoping Reily's present to me is that he'll heal up quick and we can get him back to work! He's a total poo without a job to do!
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