Fabulous

I promised an update on Fab, and so here goes. When I last left you, Fab was not in fighting form. Guess what? He still isn't. Upon arriving home from Florida, the faithful Dr. M tried everything he could think of to treat the sore foot. Finally, he decided a trip north to the Blue Grass State, home of the prestigious Rood and Riddle Equine Hospital would be in order. While there, he underwent an MRI of both front limbs, and was evaluated in the podiatry clinic. The MRI showed nothing remarkable, save for a possible strain in the right front. He was shod to Dr. Morrison's specifications and sent home. After several weeks of rest, and then eventually light work, his front end became extremely sound, and he was very comfortable in his new shiny, platinum, shoes. Okay, they aren't platinum, but judging from the cost, you would guess that they were.

LM is cautiously optimistic and begins putting him back into rigorous work. Guess what happens then? That's right, his hind end doesn't seem right. Enter Dr. J, Dr. M's knowledgable, patient, lovely, colleague. She is a vet and chiropractor. During her visit, she lays her hands on Fab's back, and he practically collapses. Could the source of all this year's issues be in the poor horse's sore back? Dr. J thinks so and LM wears a permanent "I told you so" smirk. Dr. J recommends a nuclear bone scan. Fab undergoes said bone scan, and it lights up smack dab in the middle of his back. Right where the saddle sits. The inflammation is deep and centered between three vertebrae. Upon hearing the news, I instantly regret referring to him as the "Weenie" for these last months.

The recommended treatment was to inject his back, deep and as close to the inflammation as possible. This occurred on Friday, and we now cross our fingers and hope we've found some relief for the poor guy.

LM missed the NAJYRC qualifying season. On the outside, she appears to have handled it well, but as the competition draws closer her disappointment is obvious to me. Poor kid. Eventually she'll catch a break, and her time is coming. I just know it.