A Scrape and an Anniversary

Abby rarely gets any kind of bump, cut, or scrape. In the five years I've had her, I've never had to make a call to the vet for illness or injury. I think that speaks well for Tim's barn management and horse care skills.

Still, I check her over every visit, just to be sure. 

Yesterday afternoon she had a dime-sized scrape on her left front fetlock.

 It wasn't bothering her and was just a shallow scrape, like a skinned knee on a child.

 She was far more interested in frisking my back pockets to see if I had any hidden peppermints...

 ... than anything else (including taking any selfies.)

And she tagged along and followed me around while I looked at the other horses, took some photos of the hayfield, and just enjoyed the nice summer evening. (Her habit of following me around first occurred when I was trying to decide if I was going to adopt her during a visit to Indiana Horse Rescue. It was one of the things that made me fall in love with her. Even when Abby has had her treats and none are left, she still likes to follow me wherever I go.)

The scrape is so minor that I didn't report it to Tim or ask him to check on it during his daily visits. I'll keep an eye on it, of course, but I am sure she'll be fine.

As I type, I just realized that Abby is celebrating an anniversary of sorts. Six years ago (mid August, 2011) the terrible neglect she had been enduring was coming to an end and she and her surviving herd mates (one had died, the other had to be euthanized) were being rescued and taken to Indiana Horse Rescue and better care.

Happy Rescue Anniversary, Abby!