I have a pretty keen eye when it comes to spotting when something’s wrong with my horses. Some might call me paranoid; I believe it has more to do with over-education from my job with TheHorse.com. So this morning I went on high alert when I saw Jack sulking in his loafing shed at breakfast time. He then starting moving toward the gate and I thought É well, I’m not going to actually type the word I thought as he walked toward me on three legs.

I thought this bad word (OK, maybe I muttered it aloud, but only my dog heard me) and started going through my mental horse-health inventory, scanning for the cause of his obvious discomfort