The first thing we did Sunday morning, was take Flash out to see if he was still off. Brett put Flash on the lunge line and he looked pretty good. There was a wee bit of off-ness, but not much. I offered to lunge him so Brett could see. Flash, who had been cruising around half asleep woke up when I took the longe line. He knows I demand forward and I want it now. I asked and he stuck his tongue out at me (or the equivalent). I touched him with the whip and he took off like he had been smacked (not even close), I really had to hold onto the line tight. He started to settle and Sedona showed up at the side of the arena, whining at us. Flash did not like a big wolf dog whining at him so he took off again. When he finally settled down, any trace of soreness was gone and his trot was beautiful.
After chores, we went down the mountain. Brett was feeling pretty good and so we decided to go out to breakfast and then run our errands. When we got back home around mid-day, he was starting to hurt again.
I picked a big basket of tomatoes and made some sauce to freeze for this winter. There's nothing like a plate of pasta on a cold night.
Brett insisted on helping with the evening chores, despite not feeling great. Kersey offered to kiss him and make it all better. I think he declined.
For dinner, I made some clam chowder and cut up a baguette we had picked up while out running errands. I ate way too much bread for dinner. And I'm not sorry.
