Grass...the devil's plant...

Shamrock got started on his new diet and was doing great...suddenly we really started progressing in training.  Then it rained a lot.  A lot.  So it was hard to ride because the footing in the arena wasn't all weather by any means.  Then the grass that the barn owners had been carefully cultivating for months began to grow.  And Shamrock went crazy.

It was a low key barn, where the horses spent most of their time outside, and only came in for meals.  They knew their stalls and calmly walked from the pasture gate to their respective stalls, where grain was already waiting.  Except for when there was grass.  Then Shamrock decided it would be more fun to gallop laps around the stable yard and arena instead of going to his stall.  He was also super spooky once again with completely rigid muscles.

So then it was time to figure out what to do.  First we tried only turning him out at night, when the sugars are supposed to be lowest.  Then we tried a grazing muzzle.  Finally, the only solution was to put him in a different paddock, that had no grass.  And suddenly he was sane again.