When we bought Chroi I planned to take things slow. I realized that I was stepping into a whole new world, and I wanted (and want) to do everything right.
Well, you can’t do everything right. That would be perfection, and perfection is impossible, especially with a large unpredictable animal with a mind of its own.
So let’s amend that statement and today say that I really want to do things well.
Today Chroi tried simultaneously to jump out of the round pen AND bulldoze on through the fence. She half-reared and her front legs tangled in the panel.
Time slowed down as images of broken legs, jagged broken flesh-rending panel pipe, and butchered horsemeat flashed before my eyes.
In what seemed to me to be no less than a miracle, Chroi extricated herself.
She was walking, trotting, and running normally. There was no bleeding and I didn’t find any signs of swelling or hot spots. I’ll see how she looks first thing in the morning.