I hacked Barnaby out this morning and we've been back down for John to ride Zak. I'd been waffling with Jane and didn't realise John was back, quicker than expected, when Jane nudged me to look. It took a while to sink in, but looking at Zak I could see that he was horribly lame. He was as lame as when he originally damaged his tendon four years ago.
John said he'd been fine, he was cantering along when Zak suddenly went horrendously lame. He'd jumped off instantly and walked him back. Luckily he'd only gone round the farm, so he didn't have far to come home.
We put him in his stable for a while and could see his leg had really swollen up so took him out to hose his leg for a while. I knew we had to call a vet out. Jenny came to have a look and she soon agreed. We phoned Chine House and the vet came in about an hour. He said basically the tendon had gone. You could see it was bad. He put a bandage on it called a Robert Jones, basically, layer upon layer of gamgee and bandages, and Zak hobbled back into his stable. The vet said he will come on Monday and scan him, so we'll see. I think it's going to be bad.
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