Pissy Prissy

Prissy is acting closer to normal today. She's making faces at Bec and kicking the walls. This is a very good sign. For her it means she's feeling better. This is the Prissy I know and love. Gotta love the Appytude.

Most of the swelling is gone with the exception of the actual bowed tendon. She spent a hour and a half up this evening. Much better than the 5 minutes yesterday. She's still only getting 1 gram of bute in the morning. No more than that because she's got a sensitive tummy and I don't want her feeling good enough to move too much. Walking is still painful and she trips every few steps. However, the only growls I got today were when I pulled her away from grass, none when touching or re-wrapping her legs. Not much in the way of green around here. She's eaten every bit of clover near the wash area while hyro-ing.

I am hoping we are past the worst of it. How in the world am I going to keep her sane locked in a stall? She's got to stay out of the mud and it is the only dry place here. There's no end to the rain in the foreseeable future. I also need to figure out how to cross fence to protect her from the ever playful Diesel. Someone is going to lose access to the barn. Too bad I can't afford another barn and permanent cross fences. It's just not an option, yet.

Looks like she's gonna pull through this quick enough to justify sparing her life. I've never felt more blessed. Never riding her again is a small price to pay for having her for a few more years.