Archie threw another shoe. I should be tracking this shit, but I haven't been. I know the last shoe was about three months ago, because I ig'd it. As it is, he gets shod every six weeks. The farrier wants to move up to a five week schedule, because all the horses' feet look like crap. Yay, crumbly feets! Thanks, summer storms! Hopefully, the farrier will be by and will tack the shoe on and we can resume what had been my plan for the remainder of at least July: trot poles. Trot poles out the ass.
|The trick is to not just go down the center, but either side.|
|I don't know if this is a spider carcass or a spider molting. Regardless, freaked me out.|
|And then we had pony cuddles.|