The trouble started last Thursday. Mom came out to the barn around lunch time. Normally she is at work on Thursdays at lunch time so right away I knew something was up. My second clue was she was driving the old, gray pick-up instead of her new red car. As soon as she pulled in I noticed it looked like she was hooking up the trailer. I went out in my paddock where I have a direct view of my trailer so I could get a good look. I felt nervous so I pooped. Then I went inside my stall came back out and took another look. Yep, it sure looked like she was hooking up the trailer. I pooped again, went back inside the stall and came out into the paddock for one last look to make triple sure. She was definitely hooking up the trailer. I pooped one more time just for good measure. Mom came in the barn carrying the blue things that she straps to my legs that make me unable to walk unless I take big, exaggerated steps.
Trailer rides usually don't result in us going someplace fun like to the lake for a picnic and a swim. It either means a show, a clinic or going to a place where I am drugged and violated. Since I haven't been ridden in awhile, I guessed it was going to be the latter.
She put my halter on and put me in the cross ties and began grooming me. She spent a lot of time brushing all the tangles out of my tail. I was beginning to think maybe I was going to a show or clinic. Then she took me outside to eat grass. This was unusual. A short time later my Auntie Donna showed up. I love my Auntie Donna. She gives the best butt rubs. She knows just where to touch me to get me to stretch my back up. She's a human physical therapist but I think she does pretty good with horses myself.
Mom let me go back in my stall to pee before putting me in the trailer. At first I pretended I wasn't going to get in the trailer but then mom put the chain on and I gave in.
When we arrived at our destination, Donna got me out of the trailer and I realized we were at the place that mom brought me to a few weeks before where they drugged me and stole some of my bone marrow. I am not sure what kind of weird cult my mom belongs to but I am starting to get really worried. It wasn't too bad when they would just shave my hair and then scan my body but now they are actually poking me with needles and taking stuff out of me. I have heard about bad guys that drug people and steal their organs to sell on the black market. I was starting to wonder if that was going on here. I am pretty sure they have taken at least one of my kidneys.
Some of the staff came out to greet us and the next thing I know, they stuck a needle in my neck. Soon I started feeling very woozy. They led me inside and put me in stocks so I couldn't move around. Brandi got out the clippers and shaved the area over my right hind. Dr Wilkins used the ultrasound to take a look at my ligament. Then Dr Scoggin got out another machine that was really noisy and put it on the same part of me. It was called Extracorporeal Shockwave Therapy. That didn't take very long. After, they sterilized the area thoroughly with alcohol and covered everything in latex. Dr W used the ultrasound to guide her so she could stick a needle directly into the hole in my short dorsal ligament of the tuber sacrale. Once she got the needle positioned, Dr S brought over a vial of my stem cells and injected them into the ligament. Dr W then re-positioned the needle and Dr S injected another vial in the surrounding area. There were a total of 10 million stem cells in the two vials. Dr S called it liquid platinum. I was done. Donna took me outside to wake up while mom got instructions from Dr S. At least this time they put stuff in me instead of taking stuff out of me. I am starting to feel like maybe I am part of that weird show mom watches on TV called Lost.
I was relieved that my ordeal was over. Or so I thought. My world really got turned upside down when we got back home. First Mom put Tyler in my stall and then she put me in Tyler's stall. She put up a mesh stall guard so I was trapped inside the stall and could not go outside in the paddock. I was suppose to stay in the stall for seven days. I couldn't come out to walk or eat grass or anything. Had everyone gone completely crazy?
I tried, really I did. I was so good Thursday, Friday and all through the weekend. But enough is enough. A guy can only stand being locked up for so long. Today was a beautiful day and the wind was whipping around. I couldn't help myself. I broke out. I was able to tear the stall guard down and run out into my paddock. It felt good to be free. I tossed my head around and was just starting to enjoy myself when I saw my Mom coming down the driveway. Uh oh. I was busted. Mom came running into the barn yelling my name. I could tell she was upset. I ran out of my stall into my paddock and when I did I slipped on my back legs and almost fell down. It hurt really bad. My right leg was hurt. Oh no. What did I do? I didn't want to stand on it. I was hopping around the paddock on my three good legs. Mom came towards me with the halter. She looked very sad. She put my halter on and put me in the cross ties. I was still really excited. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins from all the excitement and from the pain. Then she brought me a carrot and pet me. She made a couple of phone calls. Jose came to feed dinner. I was starting to feel better.
A few minutes later Jose took me away. He took me to the other barn and put me in a stall with four walls. I can't even see the horses next to me. There are bars on the front so I can at least see out. Jose was nice enough to open the window so I can look out the back. There is no way of escaping. I guess this is solitary confinement. I don't know how long I am in for. The only good thing that happened is Mom came to visit a short time later and brought me my grain. I am sorry I misbehaved. I promise I will be good if you let me go back to my house and my friends.
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