After going through the HOLY SHIT MY HORSE IS DYING episode last week, I was hoping that this weekend would be a return to normalcy. Or something. Spoiler: it wasn't.
I went out to the barn on Friday after work. In theory, I could have started riding Archie. Exercise is good for gut function (as any person trying to jog with a dog will attest to). Except we were in the midst of a monsoon.
|So... normally there isn't a creek running next to those trees.|
|Cold, unhappy pony.|
After the ponies were warmed up, I turned TE's horse back out with a sheet on and kept Archie in to feed. Then he too went back out into the monsoon with clothes on.
So, Saturday, right? Maybe? Nope, nope, nope. I stopped by the barn long enough to shove carrots into his face and toss his sheet back on for the night. It was still gross out. I did get to spent $85 at Tractor Supply on exciting things like SandClear and Cocosoya Oil and rubber boots (hey, OR, I'm gonna be copying you!).
|Sorta like this. But navy. And the horses are running, I think.|
Sunday. Yes. Please.
Donning my brand-new rubber boots, I waded through the remnants of a puddle to grab my pony. Even if he weren't relatively easy to catch, he's got to be conditioned by now to want to see me, since lately I've just been doting on him and shoving food in his face.
And I noticed almost immediately that the bastard threw a shoe.
After untacking and cooling him, I took a moment to wash his legs in antibacterial/antifungal shampoo. I just figure that it's good preventative for all the mud and water lately. Then all his fly gear went back on, he got his first serving of beet pulp in almost a week, and back out into the pasture he went. I devoted some time to walking the pasture in an S pattern before I found the perfect little shoe. Here's hoping the farrier will actually come by and reattach it before he's due for his next shoeing in two weeks.