Here is a photo of Mr. Wonderful's 'bad' foot, looking...well, looking pretty wonderful!
He continues to motor around well, and appears to be relatively pain-free. Both of his Girls were home over Easter, and pronounced him 'great'!
Tomorrow he will visit Joe the Farrier for a good old fashioned rasping, and hopefully, he will once again be good to go!
As for me, I have been falling down on the job.
After my hay-hauling debacle I decided to start on the Dukan diet, which is surprisingly similar to Pookey's: no sugars, no carbs of ANY kind, no fat, only high-quality, lean protein and (after the 'attack' phase) low-fat veggies, and lots of water.
This means that my gastronomical options taste about as good as soaked and rinsed bermuda-grass hay: pretty lifeless and unappealing.
Of course I have somehow managed to scarf down enough water, heavily peppered chicken, and fresh spinach that I have NOT lost weight on the attack phase. My manual assures me that I WILL lose weight on the attack phase, as many as ten pounds.
I am not sure what I am doing wrong, but I will persevere.
I am weak as a kitten and am prowling around like one as well, waiting to pounce on any unclaimed scraps of protein, but come September 1st, by golly, I am going to look like Kate Middleton!
Pookey says when that day comes, I am welcome to ride him. We will go galloping through the pasture, the wind blowing through our glorious manes, racing alongside the flying pigs...
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