Debbie and I made the long trek back to Phoenix to retrieve poor Bob. We thought that he'd be getting a neurectomy, but turns out he wasn't navicular at all. He just had a bad bone bruise on his fetlock. He may be down for a month or two, but at least no surgery is needed.
Bob was a little reluctant to come out of his stall at the clinic as he wasn't sure what was going to be done to him. Once he realized he was going into the trailer, he moved with a little more energy.
No problems on the way back and no more blown tires. Smooth sailing all the way home.