Yesterday when I groomed Bo before our ride, I noticed little bumps under his fur. Then I saw the tiny flies that settled on his legs every time I moved on to brush somewhere else.
Worse? Drops of blood where the flies had been. Behind his "elbows" just in front of where the cinch goes, there was a slightly crusty patch where the flies had been chewing on him.
Poor ol Bo! He's been known for being grumpy in the cross ties, but he'd been getting better lately. Yesterday he stomped his big hooves constantly. Well dumb me. At least I noticed!
No wonder he had the sad eyes. I used up the last of the fly spray in both bottles, squeezing the trigger for dear life to coax the last drops out.
So today, before I head out to the Little Valley, I'll be driving up to Sprawlville. They've got a Country Depot store at the feed mill where I can buy some nice fly spray for Susan's horses. I've used the Supershield Green on my horses last summer. It has citronella, and doesn't smell as toxic as the old "Wipe" that I used to use on my ponies. That stuff clung to my hands all day. This is expensive but I think it's worth it.
Fly spray really doesn't last long anyways, but if it keeps the horse from getting distracted while we're working, then it's worth it.
I'm practicing for my Level 4 test. The turns on the forehand are still tricky, as well as the two-tracking. The pattern just needs to be ridden over and over, with different horses so that I really learn it.
Other than that, I'm feeling physically quite alright. Mentally, I'm feeling obsessive, stressed, panicked, and frazzled. I'm having a hard time stopping the unwanted thoughts in my head, even though I know it's just crazy stupid mental stuff and I don't really feel that way and it's maybe even just the drugs talking. I don't know if this is the right medication for me. Jethro comes home at 2 am and he can hear my teeth grinding and squeaking from down the hall.
Hey, this is just irritating and annoying, just like those horrible little biting flies, right? I'll get some mental bug spray and chase those irritating things that buzz around in my head. I'll clear up Bo's legs and belly and my brain. We'll have an okay day after all.