|"I'll just park my head right here... You won't even notice."|
All this time, I have been thinking that I am sooooo lucky to have such a good pony, that he can flat walk in a halter with no chain needed and be on his best behavior. He has been on Reserpine, but I figured it wasn't doing much. Initially I started him on 10 pills .25 mg per day, but it made his manure a little runny and it smelt horrible. I put a call into the vet, who told me to back him down to 8 pills per day.
|I call this one "Woman with Stallbound Horse". It's a masterpiece.|
Because he's been so good, I've been steadily decreasing him, until by the end of the week, he was down to 5 pills a day. And I found myself, mid-walk on Friday afternoon, suddenly flying a horse kite. We were on a quiet side street in a nice neighborhood. We had been walking for 20 minutes at least, when Boca decided that going airborne was a resonable response to a child running across their lawn. As I looked up at him in the sky, blowing and snorting and striking, I thought to myself "Hmmm.... guess it was the Reserpine talking all along."
|"Lies, I tell you. Hideous lies."|