Carrying people

This week I have issued rides to my big, medium, and small human fillies, soundly carrying them hither and thither about my pasture for up to 20 minutes at a time, to no ill effect. In fact, I have carried them so soundly that FarmWife thinks she may be able to ride me again herself one day! My hock has been cool, firm, and swelling-free since May, which is truly remarkable (you'll remember, of course, that it once looked like this, and that I've been to two vets about it, and that it responded to an injection but that the improvement didn't last):

FarmWife thinks Arrietty is to thank for my soundness, as I now wander the pasture for 12 out of every 24 hours, moseying happily about in my little herd of two. In contrast, I used to stand still for 12 out of every 24 hours, wondering what a lone mule is to do with his one long, hungry life. FarmWife thinks it's the walking that's fixed me. 

May your hay be fresh and abundant, may your trails be smooth and scenic, and may all your ailments spontaneously resolve. 

Ears,

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