Well, my doctor came to see me today. It was kind of funny because Mom wasn't there. I didn't mind though. I like my doctor. He took me out of my stall and his friends gave me a cookie and held me while he looked at my leg. He didn't hurt it though. I like my doctor.
Mom came a while later but my doctor was already gone. She gave me my hay snack and cleaned my stall and loved me up. I was feeling really affectionate. I get that way when I have a boo boo. I don't feel right and I know my mom will take care of me so I get sort of cuddly. She likes it especially right now because I'm getting my winter coat and I'm all fuzzy. Some other people came along too while she was cleaning and they called me pretty and petted me too. Sparky's mom was there and she told them about me and acted like she liked me. It was nice.
Then my mom hosed my leg again and gave me a whole bunch of cookies. It was funny. I'd bounce around and move and stuff and then I'd stand still and she'd give me a cookie and call me a Good Girl. It was nice. I'm not sure what I was doing that was good but every time I moved around a lot and then stood still, I got a cookie. So I moved around a lot more so I'd get more cookies.
After that, she put me back in my stall and she rummaged around in my room where my duds are kept. I was excited. I thought we were going to go riding so I nosed over and poked my nose in and watched while she got her head bucket, and her boots and her leg britches. She didn't get my saddle though and that was weird. But then she petted me and kissed my nose and left my stall without me.
Well, I didn't know what she was going to do but I went outside in my paddock to rest. Then a little while later I saw her leading Sparky toward the mounting block. She had all her riding duds on and she climbed right on him and started riding him in the Flat Arena. I watched. It was really strange watching my mom ride another horse, especially a horse I know like Spark. It made me kind of anxious, like maybe because I'm broken she's going to ride someone else.
Then the strangest thing of all happened. She walked him around for a little bit then asked him to trot. He popped right into a trot and I could see that he was pretty frisky. He was bouncing along in a fast, happy trot. I have to admit, he was being really good. He walked nice and kept on the rail and didn't fuss or meander. And then when she asked him to trot, he didn't hesitate and she didn't have to hit him or keep poking with her heels like she does with me. It made me kind of mad. Why's he have to be so good all the time? He's such a showoff.
But then the strange thing happened. I saw her ask him for a canter. He popped right into a nice canter and went sailing along the long side and into the turn. And then as he hit the turn, I saw him duck his head and I thought, "He's going to buck!" And he DID! He ducked his head right down and threw a nice bouncy buck and my mom - MY MOM! - went flying right over his head, did a flip in the air and landed flat on her back!
Sparky stopped dead and just stood there - he's really good about that, besides Mom was still holding the reins. His mom was running out into the arena calling out, "Are you okay?" I was wishing I was out there too so I could see if she was okay. What if she died? What would happen to me? Who would take care of me, and give me hay snacks, and cookies, and play with me? I was scared.
Then I saw her get up. She moved a bit stiff but she seemed okay. And then she walked back to the mounting block and got back on Spark and she made him go around again at a walk and trot. And when he got a little bunchy, she made him behave and gave him a crack with her stick just like she does to me so I knew she was okay. I was happy to see that but it was sure strange to see her fall off. She never falls off me.
She says I have a strained extensor tendon. She put some more of that stupid medicine in my bucket dinner but she added some water and that made it taste a little better so that was good. She told me we have to hose it every day or better yet ice it and I have to have my medicine but I should get better if I'm careful. I'll try to be careful. That's almost as hard as being good.
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