I arrived in Denver about 5:00 pm last night. The Convention Center is very large, and has very hard floors. I was able to pick up my registration, and relax and unpack in our room before heading to dinner.
I received a call from my critter sitter on the way to the restaurant. She had a question about dosage on one of Lody’s medications. We were almost through dinner when I got another call: she had taken Hap away from the other horses, he had a melt-down, and scraped one leg pretty badly. (My sitter used to lease Hap, and I had told her she could ride him if she had someone with her. She was just checking to see what he would be like in the round pen, a perfectly reasonable thing to do. I would have expected worry, but not total hysteria.)
After some conferring back and forth with my trainer, we agreed I did not need to make the 75 minute drive. My trainer drove to our place, helped my sitter clean up the leg, wrap it, and give Hap bute. We decided we would see how sore he was in the morning before deciding whether to call the vet. According to my trainer, she wouldn’t call the vet if it were her horse.
My sitter says Hap is doing well this morning, and my trainer will be going back over to change the wrap later today. It is pretty clear that my trainer is a wonderful person, and that I am going to owe her big time after this weekend.