Day one of stall rest is complete. I pulled Izzy out for a quick grooming and she was ridiculous--wiggling all over to make sure I curried her thoroughly and making faces at me while begging for treats.
What can I say? So far, the time off is definitely agreeing with her.
I pulled her braids out to let her mane rest for a day. It's all on the correct side now, yay!
That's all the news on the Izzy front.
I forgot to take a picture of his face, but here's the giant gelding I rode today. He's like 17+ tall. He's much more attractive than Seamus (I think), but he also doesn't jump. So it goes.
I rode in a dressage saddle for the first time in ages, and actually felt ok. Laddie has the same sire as Izzy, but his dam must have been fancier. He's like riding around on a giant, fluffy, slow cloud. He is deceptively elegant to watch--big moving, graceful, pretty.
He also has a fused vertebrae in his neck and isn't always sure where his hind legs are at any given time, so he is prone to falling if he gets to stretch forward too much. Still, he's a sweetie. A large, dumb, sweetie.
I think I'll be investing in a pair of spurs here shortly though. I'll be lucky if I'm not sore tomorrow from all the leg I had to use to keep him forward.