After a 3 hour constraint therapy session--and a nap--we drove to the hippotherapy barn and watched Annie gallop around the arena on Mahon the Arabian steed--okay, maybe not gallop, maybe amble, and Mahon is a Haflinger pony from an Amish farm in Indiana, not an Arabian steed. So anyway, Annie had a good session on the horse, and she didn't gag when it was time to feed him carrots after her ride. If you recall, a few weeks ago we tried to get Annie to feed one of the horses hay after her therapy session, and she just about turned inside out when the hay was placed in the basket in front of her. Today she was perfectly calm when we put the carrots in the basket on her lap. Come to think of it, I prefer carrots to hay myself.
Jean
3 comments:
Great pictures! But why don't they call it "horseytherapy"???
Thanks, Pam--and I don't know why they don't call it horseytherapy. I'll make that suggestion. ;)
Gee whiz, Pam, it's because horsey therapy is so normal sounding. They want to make it sound cool. (insert hairflip and roll eye)...duh! ;)
She can give the hippo...er...horsey my carrots. I prefer coffee and anything with empty calories.
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