Lucy starts off the year on the wrong foot

Apparently Lucy partied a little too hard while ringing in the new year. About a week ago, she came up lame on her right front leg. She's much better now (i.e., my stomach isn't in as many knots as it was last week), but she's still confined to a 12' x 24' pen and is under vet's orders to stay there for another five days or so. If she isn't 100% by Friday, I'll haul her to town for an exam.

She injured the tendon and/or annular ligament just above her right front fetlock. I clipped most of the hair off the area and am applying Surpass to it twice daily. She's no longer limping, but I'm still feeling some heat in the area. With enough rest and no shenanigans, I'm sure she'll be good as new in no time. I've been taking her out of her pen for short walks. The first thing she does when we get in the corral is find a great big patch of soft dirt and roll. As long as she can have a good roll a few times a day, she seems to be handling her confinement with relative ease.

The boys are taking Lucy's convalescence harder than she is. They're stuck in the corral 

and small pasture near the barn for now so that Lucy doesn't lose sight of them and get upset.

 Lucy was walking well enough yesterday morning to go a little further than usual.

This was the most excitement the boys had seen all week.

Hank got all riled up and scared the bejesus out of George, who wasn't sure what was coming up behind him.

George: It might be a freight train or it might be Hank. I'm not going to waste time turning around to look.

Hank put on a show the likes of which I haven't seen in a long time. 

And I got enough pictures to fill this blog for at least a couple more days.