King is out galloping around the pasture. Up and down the hill. Happy and apparently perfectly sound. I’m tempted to take a baseball bat out and hit him in the rear a few times to make him lame again. The big jerk. I massaged him this afternoon, and the muscle feels much more pliable than yesterday. I imagine he’s still a bit sore even so. But he didn’t seem to mind the pressure.
The problem with the replacement gaiter on my Easyboot Glove was, it would seem, my failure to take my glasses with me to the ride so I could actually READ the instructions. I put the screws into the gaiter in the wrong order. Sigh. It’s all assembled correctly now.