Remember when I said that work sucked, but it was going to get better? Well, there was a period of about two weeks in which it was sorta-better, but then it got bad again. This second round, I refused to step up like I had the prior, so while I'm affected, I'm not as fucked as I had been. Radio silence.
Farrier came by yesterday and tacked the shoe back on. Pleasantly, I wasn't charged for the process! (He's never charged me before, but has different standards when I'm not boarding with an elected official?)
I ran by my house to pick up my SmartPak, chock full of goodies, only to then leave it sitting on the freezer when I headed to the barn.
But, we rode! I actually consider this the first real ride since his colic episode. Walk, trot and canter. And a little meander in another pasture, which necessitated going through a gross puddle twice.