Good grief!

Pah! No sooner had I tasted the sweet delights of fresh air and green grass than I felt my bad leg hurting again.  After all those weeks of recovery, my foolish five minutes of galloping round the round-pen must've set it back again.  Again pah!  Now I'm back inside, in a field shelter kind of a place but with gates all along the front to stop me and Mum getting out.  I know it's what my leg needs to make it better but jeepers creepers it's hard.  Stuck in here when outside the sun's shining and I could be wandering about all over that field, exploring the place.  I think some other horses have been in here because I can smell them.

Brrrr!  There was more than one nip in the air last night.  It was so cold I could see smoke coming out of my nostrils.  Mum and me have spotted some horses in another field.  They keep hanging their heads over the gate and staring at us - and we stare back. It's almost as though they really want to come into this field and see us and say hello. 

Now when I go outside I have to be on the end of a rope,just in case I go beserk again and mess up my bad leg.  I can do short bits of bouncing and dancing but I have to keep a lid on it or Lisa tells me off.   It's funny though because she actually seems to be laughing at the same time as trying to be strict.

Out!

Hallelujah!  I'm out of jail. My bad leg was so-o-o-o much better this week, I was allowed out into a thing called a round-pen at the Vets.  I was incredibly well behaved at first but then me and Mum heard some other horses go past and we freaked.  Talk about speed!  We galloped round and round like there was no tomorrow.  When Lisa heard us, she came running over but it was too late: I'd hurt my leg again in all the excitement. 

The next day, Harry came to the Vets in a land rover and trailer.  Mum went up a ramp and actually inside the trailer.  I did too - after a bit of a discussion.  Next thing I knew, we were moving along a road and next after that we'd stopped and were let out into a field full of grass.  At last!  I thought this day would never come.  And what a place! Mountains, trees, a stream, grass.  Lots of grass.  I could get used to this.

Doing time

I've been in prison now for nearly two months and it's been driving me crazy.  I would tell you about my operation but I'm afraid my recollection is all a bit of a blur.  All I know is: my sessamoid bone's been mended with wire,my joint's been squirted full of the best fluids money can buy and everything that could possibly have been done has actually been done.  I've spent most of my life now in rehab. 

Lisa gave me a bucket to play with, tied to a piece of rope.  Steph bought me a football, which does provide some entertainment.  Mum and me go out into the yard every so often and get led around on the end of ropes.  This is all very well but I want to run free.  I'm desparate.  The only positive I can take from this whole sorry saga is that it's given lots of humans lots of time to get used to being around me.