What I found was one leg was quite filled and warm. I took her for an amble around the meadow and she was quite reluctant to walk on it. I iced her for a while, then put poultice on and wrapped both front legs and went back to bed. I got up an hour or so later and she was even lamer on that leg. After walking her a little more, letting her graze to see if she improved at all, I finally took off all the wraps, peeled off what remained of the poultice and took off her EZ boots (they appeared to be filled with something like grout). The only thing I could find was the rub on the side of her fetlock from the splint boot. She'd banged up her legs pretty well at the last ride, so I'd opted to go with them even though she doesn't usually wear them. The pair I was using were the ones that worked best for Provo, who rubs easily. Evidently he and she are quite different when it comes to splint boots, because these ones aren't working for her. The vets were all gone, but Michelle Roush was kind enough to take a quick look at her and said that it was in the realms of possibility that the rub from the splint boots was what was causing the problem.

Since we all know that the more swelling apparent in the horse, the less severe the injury is (it's the quiet, silent injuries you have to watch for), I did my best to ignore it, even though she seemed to be getting lamer and lamer on it, practically dragging it by now. She got 2 g of Bute and I left her to munch breakfast for a few hours.

Later that morning, I unhooked her and let her graze near the trailer - her being three-legged at this point, where was she going to go? Nick and Judy decided to walk Don and Color, so I started ambling with them - but then looked back to see Zini starting to follow us. So I went back for her and got her to carefully walk with me down the lane next to camp. Within a minute or so, the leg seemed to be loosening up nicely and she was starting to walk normally on it. And within a minute or so more, she was picking up speed and I was having to walk fast to keep up. And even sooner than that, she was ahead of me and angling off the trail towards someone's lawn and trotting when I scampered to catch up with her <grrrr>. Thankfully, the lawn owner caught her and I apologized profusely and dragged Zini off (by the ribbon from her tail) to stand in the Creek of Death for a while. It felt good to both of us.

After that, we walked maybe another mile or so around the neighbourhood and, although still lame at the trot, she was pretty comfy on it, so I was much relieved. I think it mostly swelled up and got puffy during the night and then it was uncomfortable for her so she overreacted to it and didn't want to walk on it at all, so it got stiffer. <sigh>