(Ray Stevens seemed more appropriate than a tear-jerker.) (-:
"Oh, my Lance, my goober
You make me laugh so much.
As time goes by so slowly.
Time can only do so much;
Are you now sound?"
Last night Rick took a look at Lance's most recently injured ligaments. They are not as good as new, but they are as good as they are going to get, so we are cleared for take-off . . . or at least taxiing down the runway. We can start doing a little trot and canter work; Rick recommended working on the straightaway as much as possible, and cantering to the right and trotting to the left when turns are necessary. I think Lance will be happy; he's been offering trot for awhile now.
After ultrasounding Lance, Rick took a look at Breezy in the adjoining stall. (The topical chemo had no discernible effect; Rick is investigating the next option.) With the chain off his door latch,
Houdini Lance got busy – and I documented the master at work:
It really is amazing what he can do with that mouth!
Thankfully, the quick-link and chain still has him stymied.