When I led My Boy out for grooming, his head was up and his senses were heightened. I could tell he was "full of it." He needed a good grooming, he's shedding like mad. The scab is still a big scab, but looks like it is close to coming off, perhaps sometime this week. My guess is it will get itchy and he will rub it off. Until the scab is off and I can see what is underneath or how it is healing, I won't know if the sarcoid is completely gone or if we'll have to do another treatment.
Up to the arena we went. I sighed with relief that it wasn't too muddy. I wanted to just turn him loose and let him go at it! I walked him around a bit to warm up, and he quickly spotted something in the woods behind the arena.
Two does creeping through the knobby trees. They were so quiet. He didn't hear them, but he saw the flash of movement.
Finally, I got him to lose interest and turned him loose, flicked my carrot stick, and he was off! He felt good and it showed! Bucks, snorts, blowing, head up, head down, heels out, rollbacks, extended trots. I saw it all. Can't wait to muscle up that hiney a little more this spring!
Once again, he's fixated on something in the woods, probably the deer as they exit the property.
Okay, back to business! He was going sooooooo slow in this photo. It makes him look like he is on his tip toes, a little horsey ballet, maybe? No worries, My Boy is in touch with feminine, graceful side. After all, he sported a pink bow in his forelock last summer! Shhhh!
Once in a while he would stop, raise his head regally, smell the air, and just blow. Also, it was all about the tail. For some reason, he just had to flag, lift, and parade that tail!
I got a little video of his snorting as he turned from this position in the above photo and started snortin' around the arena.
I let My Boy be for the rest of the weekend as his back (unshod) hooves are always a bit tender for a day or two after being trimmed. I worry about his hooves getting too soft with all of this wet weather, and applied some thrush medication. It's nearing that jolly old abscess time, I hope Paint Girl and I can avoid them this year. Last month, My Boy lost a shoe, and then her mare Fritzy lost a shoe two weeks afterward. Last year, Fritzy got a hoof abscess and a few months afterward, My Boy did. These two need to stop giving each other ideas!
No sarcoids Fritzy- don't even think about it!