Just A Slight Adjustment [Day 3]

[Sam]

Day 3

The colt was walking funny, waddling almost. There was a spot of blood on the front of his front hooves, but I wasn't worried. I had it done purposely.

Why?

Well you see, I discovered the joys of chiropractor on my horses when I got Impassioned Wind. I did it due to the stallion having a minor back problem. I was a little humored by the thought but as soon as the chiropractor came to see him, he was better then ever. He ran straighter, stronger, and longer.

Since then, I've been setting up appointments for all my horses. I never had them do it too much though. Just if the horse started to run a little awkward.

Zaz wasn't running funny though. He simply had the Preakness coming up and he needed all the help he could get.

Turns out, the colt was all out of wrack. His neck needed to be readjusted. He had a slight pain on his shoulder. His hips were off. Luckily, no pain along his back.

The chiropractor got his neck back in alignment and with a push, his hips popped into place. As for the pain his shoulder, he simply popped two holes in the front of his hooves. Blood drained out quickly but soon stopped. When the chiropractor touch the sore spot again, the colt didn't even flinch at the hardest push into the spot where if you had lightly touched it before, his skin would twitch horribly.

Now, the colt was feeling quite good about himself.

I led him down to the same grazing spot as yesterday but instead of grazing, he laid down and began to roll. I laughed and watched as he rolled all the way over, then rolled the other way over, groaning with pleasure.

Soon he was laying flat out in the summer sun and rich grass, his eyes were closed and a soft snore came from him. I grinned and sat down on his barrels. He sat up immediately, but then saw it was me and rested his head on his chin while I sat down again, this time on his back and sitting a side.

I hesitated before slipping one foot over his barrels, sitting a stride. If he were to try and get up now, I wouldn't have time to hop off of him. Luckily for me, he seemed more then content to just doze.

It felt as if an hour had pass before I decided it was time to meet the press.

With a sigh, I stood up and picked up the lead line that I laid over his neck. Come on buddy, I said giving a small tug on the line. We gotta meet the press sometime.

The colt gave me a dirty look, as if he was really enjoying just laying down in the sun, but then he sighed and pulled himself up. He gave a shake, scattering the dirt he had rubbed himself during his roll off his golden pelt.

We walked slowly down the stall aisle to the spot in the shade of a old oak tree in the front of the stables, near our parking. I had designated that spot for the media to talk to me and get a few pictures of Zaz.

Soon, we spotted the ground of reporters and their fancy cameras standing by the old oak tree. Zaz seemed a bit confused as to why the media was there, but took it in stride and walked calmly behind me until we stopped under the shade of the oak.

Cameras flashed, but I quickly snapped that there was to be no flash photography allowed, and questions began to buzz. I answered them as quickly as I could, rubbing Zaz's neck the whole while.

Soon though, Zaz seemed to grow bored of this whole ordeal.

With a huff, he got down on his knees, then his rump flopped to the side. He gave me a look before laying flat out.

I could only laugh with the reporters before I sat at the colt's head, deciding he was right and today just wasn't a day for the media.

After maybe a few more minutes of pictures and reporting, I shooed the press off and sat down at Zaz's head again. I picked up his head and scooted over then set his head on my lap. He sighed loudly and closed his eyes, happily dozing as I braided his mane.