Also, exciting news from the barn front...
She's definitely not pregnant!
...Yes. Yes, we actually did check, despite it seeming unlikely. Because after a full month on dry lot, there wasn't much visual improvement on the fat-ass problem.
Like, look - I'm making jokes about it because there's nothing much else I can do except let the BOs keep her on a diet, but this mare is unhealthily fat. We're talking "she jiggles when you pat her vigorously" fat. We're talking "she walks into the stocks and has a muffin top" fat. We're talking "her tail head is indented in her buttocks" fat. The vet says she has a solid inch of padding over her ribs to lose. It's so bad.
How'd she get this fat? Pasture. We had a really rainy spring, and the pastures are lush as hell right now. And she was up in the north pasture with the herd for half the summer, on the lushest of lush, basically out of sight and mind for everyone (long walk, no shade, ugh) aside from occasional checks. So all of a sudden when the herd was brought up for vet stuff last month... holy mother of god, she's a walking lard factory. Nobody else is this fat, though - just her. She's special.
So now she's on dry lot, with rationed food, in the hopes that there will be an actual horse there by spring instead of a land whale.
