Huckleberry-Finn's Total Hip Replacement (THR) - Part 2 (The operation)

Part 1 of Huckleberry's Hip Replacement can be found here, which explains how I noticed something was wrong with his leg and how I sought veterinary help. 

You'll be glad to know that Part 2 finally gets into the Hip Replacement rather than me banging on about the long drawn out process that lead up to us getting here!

Once I'd gotten our D-Day date, I could feel my anxiety heighten and as the week progressed it got worse. Although I would say that this time around I felt a sense of calm as well in the sense that I had finally come to terms that Huckleberry needed this hip replacement. 

I had watched him spend the last few months struggle after long walks, and it was becoming increasingly hard to watch him limp in the evening and clearly struggle. My heart told me I didn't want him to go through this potentially life changing surgery, but my head told me I had to. 

And although I knew it could be potentially life changing in a good way, I couldn't shake the feeling that it could also be bad; and I knew that before long I would need to sign on a dotted line that basically gave the vets permission to take him away from me and anaesthetise him - which I had no idea if he would have a reaction to or not. 

I asked the surgeon repeatedly what the chances were of him not waking up from the surgery and what were the chances of complications surrounding the hip.

The anxiety of him not waking up played on my mind daily, and although the surgeon tried to put my mind at ease by saying he had only had it happen to one dog (who also had other issues) in all his 12 years of doing Orthopaedic surgery, and I needed to understand Huckleberry had one of the leading Anaesthetic team in the country looking after him - I couldn't relax. 

The problem is, no matter how many times I was told that, or no matter how many times I googled these questions, I still felt like I had a cloud over my head. 

In the week leading up to his surgery I couldn't stop myself from thinking "What if this the last ever time he comes to the beach?" or "What if this is the last time I ever get to take a photo with him?" and I went into overdrive of taking photos of him and soaking up the moments. My mind repeatedly flashed to how many times he'd gotten me up in the mornings when I didn't want to, or the time I was having a particularly hard day and he jumped on me in bed whilst I was crying and shoved his toy in my face to get me to laugh. 

The last few years we'd been through together all resurfaced and I felt like kicking myself all over again, with things that seemed a distant memory popping up and reminding me just how much this dog really was my everything. 

I was angry that I had always done everything right by Huckleberry; he was always fed the most expensive food, visited the vets more often than he needed, signed up to every pet health club going, given the most expensive coats, harnesses, toys, treats - and yet here we were, being punished that he needed such invasive surgery. 

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Usually when a dog has a Total Hip Replacement they are admitted the day before to be starved and for pre-op tests and sterilisation. However our surgeon understood my anxiety and after a discussion he said he felt it was best for me and Huckleberry that I arrived very early with him on the morning of surgery. More tests than needed had already been done, and I was happy to starve him at home. The agreement was that I just needed to arrive at the vets for 7am to allow them plenty of time to do anything they needed to before the op. 

The night before felt like a climax of the last 12 months of worry, apprehension, appointments, anxiety and everything we had been through. The sense of relief that the day was finally here and "this time tomorrow, it will all be over and we'll be on the road to recovery" was all that was going through my head. I'd cried many tears over the weeks leading up to this stage, questioning if I was doing the right thing, was I improving Huckleberry's quality of life, what if it went wrong, where do we go from there... my mind was just a whirlwind of emotion. It was hard for me to comprehend that I was making this decision for a dog to remove his bone and replace it with something else.. 

I was fed up with people asking me if I was okay and how I felt that the day was tomorrow.. I just wanted to be in the car and get it out the way. 

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On the day of surgery, I left home about 2:45am and picked my Aunty up on the way who had offered to come with me. Inwardly I was a mess; all I wanted to do was cry, but outwardly I didn't want Huckleberry to see me crying as it always panics him. 

One thing I love about this vets is that it doesn't "look" or "smell" like a vets when you go in. In fact we joke it's like visiting a very posh private hospital for humans. The waiting room doesn't give off a vets vibe, and the staff couldn't be any nicer. Huckleberry is a nervous dog at the vets and usually insists on sitting on my knee in vets waiting rooms, but never at this one - he happily sits on the floor. 

Finally it's our time to go in and the surgeon talks me through everything he is going to do and once again asks if I have any questions. We discussed that the surgeon has what he calls one of the easier jobs, and that's replacing the hip. The real test is the recovery at home and the complications that can arise such as dislocation, infection and a Hip Replacement failure where it needs to be done again. He spends time assuring me he will do his very best in surgery and at home providing we follow the rules, we should have an easy recovery and everything will go to plan. 

Before long its time to sign on the dreaded dotted line, and hand Huckleberry over whilst being determined not to cry in front of him. 

Initially I'd planned on sitting in the waiting room whilst they did surgery but our surgeon told me to drive the 3.5 hours home, get some rest and promised he would call when they finished later in the evening. 

Walking away from him was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, but the sense of relief that today was finally here hit me and I knew I had to do this to give Huckleberry his quality of life he had always known, back. He was a dog that spent most of his days outdoor with me, loved running on the beach and chasing cats - all of which he'd struggled to do lately. 

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I will always be eternally grateful for my friends that showed up for me on this day. I turned my phone on to texts, well wishes and love from so many people. Later in the afternoon my friend and lovely riding instructor asked me what I was doing whilst Huckleberry was in surgery and said she was coming over to give me a lesson. My partner spent the afternoon with me and everyone around me that knew I would be a nervous wreck rallied round to make sure I knew I wasn't alone. 

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I'm not going to sugar coat it, the whole day was a blur and I spent the day clock watching wondering what was going on now, all whilst questioning whether he would hate me for putting him through this, would he be in agony, and most importantly would it work. 

At 4pm I got the call I'd been waiting for all day. Huckleberry was slowly waking up and surgery had been a success. The surgeon was happy with the Hip Replacement, and although it had been a little tricky in the moment, everything had gone as hoped and providing he had a comfortable night I could pick him up the following day. 

The relief that washed over me was so intense, I couldn't do anything but cry. The day was here and we were now on the road to recovery. A long recovery nonetheless, but all those tears, questions, days of watching Huckleberry struggle - it all didn't matter now, because my boy had done it. He'd done the most important thing, and that was wake up and come back to me...and the rest, we could deal with. 

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Huckleberry-Finn's Total Hip Replacement (THR) - Part 1 (Why did I do a Hip Replacement?)

I've just realised after coming back on this blog to document my journey with 4 year old Cockapoo, Huckleberry-Finn's hip replacement, that I've officially never introduced him on here. There's enough time to play catch up with that sort of stuff, but for now lets focus on the matter in hand - a Total Left Hip Replacement in a dog. 

I've decided to document my journey from realising something was wrong with Huckleberry, right through to him needing a hip replacement and beyond recovery. There are so many vital bits in the middle like selecting the right Orthopaedic surgeon, deciding to go ahead with such evasive surgery and more. When I started to do my own research I really struggled to find true success stories, or someone that had documented the whole journey rather than a few bits on Instagram. I spent so many late nights and early mornings scrolling on Google willing to find someone that had been through what we were going through so I could read their journey and follow the weekly progress - BUT I couldn't. 

So here I am; hoping that in keeping this diary of what I've experienced, the emotions, the vital decisions and beyond the hip replacement, in a hope that perhaps one day I can put someone else's mind at ease and help them make one of the most important decisions for their dog. 

I've been asked many of times over the last few months how I noticed that something was wrong with Huckleberry's leg. In 2022 I was away in Dorset with him for work when he got attacked by a dog walking back to the car of our hotel. After rushing him to the emergency vets, it was picked up that he potentially had whats called Luxating Patella on the left hind leg. This is a condition where the knee effectively pops out of place and moves from where it should be and "Luxates". The vet told me it wasn't at a grade she thought should be a concern, but I should keep an eye on it. 

Fast forward to March of 2023, and although Huckleberry's leg had never given me any reason for concern, I was also consciously aware of keeping an eye on it. 

I was getting ready for a horse show early in the morning and he did something he does often - jump up at the sweeping brush as I was sweeping the stables. He did this daily and had done since he was a puppy, and had never had any issues. However on this particular day he jumped up and as he landed, he landed lame and was unable to weight-bear. For the rest of the day I kept him rested and presumed he had just pulled himself as we do, but he still wasn't really 100% the next day. 

For a couple of days I kept an eye on him and the leg seemed to right itself to a point where I wasn't concerned, however it was from this day that following long walks he started to struggle afterwards and appeared to walk with his leg stuck in an outwards position. 

This developed into happening every evening and so after a week I took him to the vets to get him checked out. I raised my concern with the luxating patella and expressed concerns that I thought his knee was locking as this is what appeared to be happening. 

The vet agreed the left knee luxated but didn't think it was any higher than a Grade 1 (which is deemed not a lot to worry about), and suggested we rest Huckleberry more than usual and to see how he got on after 6 weeks of less strenuous exercise. 

The weeks passed, and Huckleberry's evening limp developed intermittently. One day it would be severe and I'd need to rest him more than others, and other days he would be totally fine. 

Around July time I was concerned that the evening limp was getting worse. After strenuous walks like a play on the beach Huckleberry would then get out the car at home and appear to walk a few "lame steps", before him righting it and then walking as normal. Another thing I had noticed was in an evening when we were at home watching TV, he would get up to move positions and do a lame step - something he had never done before. 

To try and help I started taking him to Hydrotherapy but after each session he would be severely stiff and it was hard to see him in so much discomfort after doing something he enjoyed. 

I took him back to the vets who agreed that something wasn't right and suggested he see the same vet he saw back in March, and I guess this is where our journey into Orthopaedic surgery began. 

The vet we had seen in March was an Orthopaedic vet who performed a variety of Orthopaedic surgeries at our local vets and upon seeing him for the second time, he deemed Huckleberry a candidate for Luxating Patella surgery and booked him in. 

However, I'm an avid over thinker, Googler and all round worry head. At this point I was concerned surgery on his knee was booked for the following week, but we hadn't done any X-rays, CT or anything to determine whether this truly was the issue or not. I did some Googling and although this vet had performed thousands of Orthopaedic surgeries, he wasn't on the specialists register and therefore I decided to be referred to a specialist Orthopaedic vets. I just want to make it more than clear that this is nothing against this particular vet, and he has performed many successful surgeries, but I just felt I wanted to attend a specialist referral centre, and with insurance up to £10,000 this was not an issue to at least get another opinion. 

It was at this point we found ourselves at the Referral Centre that have a fantastic Orthopaedic team behind them and many accolades to their name. Of course I had done my due diligence and requested the surgeon that I felt was an expert in the field of Luxating Patellas and came highly recommended. On the day I drove 3.5 hours to see them and had requested X-rays and a CT scan to determine what was wrong.

 

Unfortunately our experience on the day wasn't what I expected and the surgeon I had requested was off poorly. The person I did see felt Huckleberry didn't have Luxating Patella and instead had a Cruciate Injury and suggested 6 weeks of rest, along with continuing the Hydrotherapy. No X-rays nor CT scans were performed on this day and after leaving home at 4am to ensure I got to our 8am appointment on time, I left feeling very disappointed. 

The following day I called the centre back and expressed my concerns around the appointment and they agreed with me that some diagnostic testing should've been done. We were offered another appointment with a different surgeon and the promise that Huckleberry would receive some form of diagnostics at that appointment, so I should be prepared to leave him there for the day. 

I guess you could say it was the day of this appointment that the world shattered around me, and I learnt that although Huckleberry did have some Luxating Patella, that wasn't the primary concern for the surgeon. He took time to listen to my concerns, watched videos I had taken of Huckleberry walking like the one above and agreed something wasn't right so asked that I leave him so he could have a CT Scan.

 

Sitting in a local garden centre eating breakfast whilst knowing my poor boy was being sedated and undergoing tests was awful. I'll go into it further into the blogs, but I have serious anxiety over Huckleberry being anaesthetised. 

At approximately 1:30pm, my phone rang and the vet asked me to go to the practice to meet with him as he thought he had found the problem. 

Never in a million years did I expect him to suggest that Huckleberry had a bad hip. I thought he might need a knee operation to secure his Luxating Patella and we would be fine. BUT actually that was far from reality, and a new reality was about to begin. 

The surgeon explained that Huckleberry had slight Hip Dysplasia on the left side, and although not horrific, it was enough to (he thought) be causing significant pain and making his knee Luxate. Interestingly both knees Luxated to a degree but the left was significantly worse and he felt this was because of the Left Hip having the Dysplasia. 

We were sent home with the advice that Huckleberry should undergo a Hip Replacement as that was the best possible way to treat the issue, and would hopefully stop the knee from Luxating. Additionally, whilst sedated, he was given a steroid into the knee to see if it helped with the pain and our D-Date was booked for the following week. 

The week that followed saw my anxiety heighten and I spent more time on Google looking up Hip Replacements in dogs than I should've. In hindsight now (and isn't hindsight a wonderful thing), I should've trusted the process and trusted that we were doing the right thing. But I didn't... 

A week later we were back at the vets for surgery, and the entire journey there I had worked myself up that I was going to ask the surgeon to fix the Luxating Patella first, and see if that worked. I wasn't keen on such invasive surgery to replace a hip immediately and couldn't understand why we were doing the hip first. 

Upon walking into the vets, he remarked that Huckleberry was walking so much better following the steroid injection and he recommended waiting for a Hip Replacement and give alternative treatment a chance first. Blimey what a whirlwind of a day! He recommended further physio, water treadmill sessions and laser therapy for 6 weeks and then to see where we were at. 

After 4 weeks of the above, Huckleberrys physio and I were concerned that the muscle mass around his leg wasn't improving and he was still very stiff following his sessions. It was at this point, I sought advice from a further Orthopaedic specialist that's relatively well known.  I don't know why I wanted a further opinion, but I think its because in my head I couldn't come to terms nor accept that he needed a Hip Replacement. I kept thinking that this couldn't be our reality, and surely someone had gotten it wrong. 

I don't want to go too much into detail here, but I didn't have the best experience and felt like I couldn't ask questions, nor feel worried about Huckleberry and surgery. However my mind was put at ease as the appointment here with further testing such as more X-rays, confirmed that Huckleberry DID need a Hip Replacement. It was at this point though that the decision was made I would return to the original referral vet as I felt nothing but comfort with him, and he was prepared to answer any questions I had, spend as much time as I needed discussing the operation and did everything in his power to put my mind at ease - which is all I needed. 

Following a lengthy phone call with the surgeon, as well as many tears shed; Huckleberrys surgery was booked for 10 days time and the countdown began....

Come back for Part 2 - the Hip Replacement. 

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The Perplexed Aunty's comeback...

 Oh, I haven’t done one of these in a while! 

The other day I was asked if the “perplexed Aunty” series would ever make a comeback. It ended right with having to endure a child’s play area and a fart mid play tunnel. There was no escaping that one, and it seemed a pretty apt moment to just stop. No one needs to imagine what a one year olds fart in a play tunnel smells like. 

Alas, I’m back. The perplexed Aunty that’s aged 20 odd years in just 4. For someone that used to not really like kids that much, I’ve been snotted on and used as a walking tissue more time than you can say tissue in a minute. 

So where are we now. Well the little delight is 4. FOUR. I know. Time really does go so quickly when you’re having fun. Incase you’re wondering what the little sweet one year old grew up to be like, I’ll give you an idea. 

Last month when I babysat, I politely asked her to stop picking her nose. You know, I even said please and bribed her with something much tastier than a little pinky that had just been half way to almost poking her brains out. I offered ice cream - Anything! I thought I was onto a winner actually when instantly she shot her finger out her nose and turned around to look at me. Until I saw it. The sass! 

With a tut she said “ugh I just knew you’d say that” - dumbfounded, shocked, and with part of me dancing inside thinking “yeah this kids 100% related to me” (the sass part, not the poking at my brains) - I think I was frozen in my tracks and could do nothing other than laugh. Where on earth did that sass come from? Oh yeah she’s related to me and my sister. Not to mention her dad… 

Anyway, so when she’s not poking at her brains to check they’re there, she is actually the sweetest. She adores animals (yessss cheap vets bills for me when she becomes a vet), makes me laugh more than any other human could, and says the cutest things. She's even got her own hashtag on Instagram now - look up #PerplexedAunty 

After a real shitty time over the last 12 months, when all I’ve wanted is a cuddle, she’s been the only one to recognise it, and has climbed onto my knee and in her cutest little voice said: “I love you Aunty Siân”. I’m not completely dumb to the fact she absolutely knows these simple five words said in a voice that imitates Oliver Twist gets her EXACTLY whatever toy she wants, but still...its cute. 

In fact she’ll do anything for a toy. When my sister was trying to get her to use the toilet to go for a poo (bear with the grossness….), we’d had a long drawn out process for weeks about her being scared to poo on the toilet. Weeks! Until..

One night I FaceTimed her and said if she poo’d on the toilet, I’d buy her a present, thinking I had weeks ahead before I needed to scroll Amazons selection and off I went to sleep, blissfully completely unaware Annie was plotting her next Peppa Pig collection. 

The next day I woke up to a video that said something along the lines of “I did a poo on the toilet. Buy my a present aunt Siân?” 

Eh, was I dreaming? According to my sister I was absolutely not. Annie had taken my offer and taken advantage by doing her first poo on the toilet that very morning - in return for a present. How naive could I be?!

So other-than becoming Amazons best prime customer, what have we been doing over the last 4 years?

Well I can safely promise I know ALL the words to Baby Shark, all the actions to Monkeys Jumping on the Bed, and I can reel off all the Johnny songs from Cocomelon like you reel off Busted's, The Year 3000 on a night out. 

We've all got more "Art" in our houses than Van Gogh had. All accompanied with a little "Annie" signature at the bottom. We've cried as she started her first day of Nursery and complained "She looks too small to be there!!" as she ran off not even glancing back. 

We've been coughed on, caught various bugs the little delight has bought home from her friends, and heard the words "I need a poo" far too many times in the most inconvenient places. 

This year for her birthday, because she was going to be FOUR after all, we decided it would be good to invite another 14 unruly children, all equally as needy as ours, to soft play. 

I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to see if she had any friends with single dads, but that idea was soon shot out the window when it was announced "Aunty Sian is playing too and will take anyone down the slide that is scared." Of course ALL her friends wanted a go didn't they...

Take it from me, trying to explain to a 3-year-old that your body just WONT fit through a roller thing in the play area, but theirs will and they can safely go through, is like trying to explain to your best friend that she will not be heartbroken for ever - there's a way forward. The wails are quite similar really....

"I cannnttttttttt do ittttt....wah wah wah...."

I've lost count over the last four years of how many times I've seen stomped feet, with the cries "I cannttttttttt" . In fact, on her birthday, whilst trying to do my best impression of the hot single Aunty totally rocking this, I was bought back down to earth with a bump whilst in the park and Annie point blank refused to ride her brand new bike and demanded "Aunty Sian have a go..."

Unable to refuse, I hopped on whilst all the yummy mummies looked on, shaking their perfect little hair do's whilst blinking through their fake eyelashes looking in disgust at me. 

Annie found it hilarious and for the next 20 minutes I pretended I just LOVE her bike, and she REALLY should have a go instead of me! 

I guess truthfully, there is absolutely no one else I would be silly for, or allow to stick stickers all over my face just for a giggle. Or wipe their nose on my sleeve. Only her. 

The last four years have been far better than I ever imagined. She's been the bestest little niece I could've asked for, the one person to keep on telling me she's loved me when I've felt like the least loveable person on the planet, and kept me smiling even on one of my darkest days. Equally, she's the only person that I can argue with and swear blind I'm right, but by 10 minutes in be made to question if I was ever right and If I ever know what I'm talking about...

Let's hope the next four years are equally as crazy and she continues to be the only person on the planet that thinks her Aunt Sian is cool....long may it last!!  

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Feeling nostalgic...

I was chatting to an old horsey friend last week and we spent a while reminiscing about our fond memories of growing up as horsey-mad children that would spend all day at the yard and come home covered head to toe in mud and ready for bed.

We spent ages chatting about our old trusty long Harry Hall rubber riding boots that weren't comfortable in the slightest unless you had socks on, and how the smell of hoof oil would follow us around wherever we went.

Ceaser and I - some 20 odd years ago!

We spoke about our favourite yard items from way back when, and those things we wish we had now. A fond memory of mine is getting an equine catalogue come through our letter box and spending hours upon hours trawling through it, circling everything we wanted and our ponies needed. 

I remember wanting Harry Hall everything! It was the brand everyone knew and loved and along with the words "Cottage Craft", would appear several times on my birthday and Christmas lists. If wasn't Harry Hall or Cottage Craft, it wasn't circled.

Nowadays we've lots of other great brands such as Masta, Caldene, Tottie and other various ones to add to our list, but there will always be something about trusty old Harry Hall and Cottage Craft. They remind me of hours spent in the saddle as a child, grooming my ponies to an inch of their life and having "whose pony is cleanest" competitions with my horsey-mad stable pals before tacking up and playing tag in the field upon ponies more patient than any we've met today.

It seems sad that we no longer have the catalogues we can sit and read for hours, but even as an adult I find myself on websites such as the Harry Hall one, looking for products I could need one day, or should add to my collection.

Without sounding like my grandma, the children of today don't realise how they lucky are to have such a wide variety of brands offering all sorts of equipment. When I was a child it was a girth in red, black, brown or white and that was it. Needless to say our jodhpurs came in beige, black or navy and that was about as far as our variety stretched. I remember the day I saw a pair of purple jodhpurs hanging on a tack shop rail - I think I stood there in amazement quickly noting them down on my Christmas list and telling my Grandad I "really needed them, so I could show my friends at the yard."

I often wish I could turn back time and go back just for one day.

Do you have any fond memories of back when you were a child? Share them - I'd love to read some of yours!

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The countdown for Hartpury is now on....!

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine we would get to ride at Hartpury for the Five Star Winter Championships! It still feels like a dream 

I’m beyond excited, obviously nervous about being the best I can be, and doing well - but ultimately I just want to trot down that centreline and enjoy it all, with a smile! 

Lots of prep now until the big day, and I’m hoping to get some special training down in Gloucester whilst I’m there - more on that at another time though. 

Entries are all done, camping booked, and we're almost ready! 

If anyone has any top tips on how to cope with the atmosphere (and nerves!), please let me know! 

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Back to it for 2019...

Wow, where has the time gone? It doesn't seem two minutes ago I was wrapping up for 2018 and pondering about the long winter break ahead. 

I took Ziggy out competing a couple of weeks ago for the first time since October and I’ve had him long enough to know by now that his first time out for the season is ALWAYS spooky! However Kate is always saying the spooks make him expressive so I was adamant to ride with it.

I drove to the competition freezing cold, with a headache and wondering what the heck I was doing in January going competing. I’d used a half day holiday from work for this. However, method in my madness, I wanted to get my qualifying scores for what I needed early on, so I could focus spring and summer with training. 

So for some unbeknown reason I decided to skip Prelim and start focussing on novices. So I’d entered two novices. Whilst driving I called myself a prat for doing that when I knew full well he’d be spooky!

Arrived at the venue in plenty of time, had a wander etc and then got on.
SPOOKY. arrogant!! As I got my foot in the stirrup he shot off and I’m clinging on..... I managed to hoist up and we jogged for the next 5 minutes... joy.

Finally he calmed down to start trotting and the problem with this venue is the small warm up that’s flappy. This didn’t help! So I warmed up best I could, doing some leg yields, transitions and making the best of a spooky pony! 

All of a sudden it was our turn for Novice 23. He went into the arena with his bum tucked under, whinnied, and I thought bloody hell! 

Two years ago we would’ve lost it there, but so proud of his one whinny then focussing on work. 

It actually felt quite nice. The energy I had allowed me to really ride quite deep in the seat and use my legs to guide him round, and into the corners. Felt some tension on the left rein with a bit of that nodding but a boot with the right leg sorted that! 

Medium trots I wanted to be careful not to push too much to push him into canter; felt some difference over the centreline then slowed him as it’s only “show some medium strides” - didn’t want to risk any more. 

Canters okay, medium canter Ziggy quite literally went “WAYYHAYYYYY!!” And so definitely showed a difference there!! 

Then onto novice 38, a championship novice test. Felt a bit silly for putting him in this so soon. He’s not ready, really! Lots of stuff he’s very green with at the moment. 

We lost one counter canter and I did one circle far too big but actually, I was thrilled with him. It’s a lot to ask from him but he was obedient, medium trots had some medium strides and the only struggle was left rein counter canter which is expected. 

He was so spooky today warming up though, flying everywhere, jumping as the sand hit his legs. He is a plonker at times. But if I take the positives from there I feel like I’m comping with it better. I went and spoke to the judge afterwards who remembers him from the green baby I first took into an intro class and she said the difference in him is amazing, but also how when you can see he just gets a bit hot, i ride him more now. Points from her to work on are medium trots and don’t let him go downhill. She said he’s very workman like though and his outline just doesn’t move in everything else. 

Absolutely thrilled and just beyond proud to have WON both his sections with 67.41% and 69.58%!! I completely didn’t expect that!!!

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