Woody Allen once
said: "If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans."
The observant among
you will notice that my last blog post was optimistically named 'Goals, Goals,
Goals'
And then all was
quiet, until now, when I have finally found a minute to update the
story.
About two days after
I wrote that blog post, Cady had some great physio done by Emily Bewsey, who you
may remember treated Harvey.
I cannot recommend
her enough. Cady was an impatient stampy-footed sod all the way through but
Emily was undeterred.
And then two days
after that Cady got kicked to kingdom come all around her back legs and two
chunks bitten out of her tail. Obviously there was some catastrophic fall out in
the field and let's face it, we all know who will have started
it.
She's since been in
her own field for a week, wearing a very thick rug to keep the rain and wind
out, while growing fluffy and feral.
Tonight I'm going to
attempt to get her out of the field while she no doubt demonstrates the manners
of a wild mustang.
I have visions of
her landing on top of me and my legs sticking out like the Wicked Witch of the
East's...
Wish me luck, ha ha !
