...figuratively and literally.
After nearly a week of taking it easy, I'm feeling a lot less "broken." Yesterday I managed to put on my own socks, today I got back on my horse for a 20-minute walk around the arena, and this evening I was back at the barn doing chores for the first time since last Monday morning. Today was also the first time since Monday that I've reached my FitBit target of 12,000 steps.
Unfortunately, trouble was brewing while I was healing. I had noticed in passing that Bart seemed to be hanging out by himself, but it wasn't until today that I stopped and watched him. Drip.... Drip.... Drip. Uh-oh. As soon as Rick got home from errands I told him that Bart was dripping urine, and we moved him (and Browning for company) into the Ram-ada Inn. Manipulation didn't yield any urinary calculi, so I've started him on UROEZE in an effort to dissolve them. I pray it works; we lost Bart's half-brother Bunker to a ruptured bladder. :'-(
In better news, beautiful Babette is burgeoning,
mushrooms are multiplying,
and flowers are flourishing.
Please pray that my wether can start whizzing soon!
That's it for now from . . .