I couldn't help myself.
So, let's talk about the weekend because it wasn't really epic, with a side of bitching about my farrier, also not epic.
On Friday, when I had brief thoughts of power walking in the big, freshly mowed, calling-my-fucking-name field, I found out that Archie had thrown his other shoe. I know some people ride horses who are normally shod even when they are missing shoes, but I am not one of them. Specifically, because my farrier told me not to last summer, stating that his little hoofers would eventually crumble to nothing and he'd have nothing left on which to tack a shoe. Not so many words. Same gist.
So the Kid got cookies and groomed and had his hooves oiled (oiled?! yeah - to help prevent some minute amount of water absorption) and was tossed back out into the field to be a crippled pony. Prior to this discovery, I'd already ordered a cheap hoof wrap from SmartPak and an even cheaper bottle of hoof sealer. I vacillated heavily on the Keratex versus the cheap stuff, because the marketing and the word of mouth, but ultimately settled on Tuff Stuff because money.
|Money. I eats it.|
Good thing, too. The vet visit for the girls was roughly half a grand for their yearly vaccines, fecals, and heartworm tests. I miss employee discounts. Hard. The perk of all this was that the vet was super impressed the girls' weights and conditions. She said that Scarlette's mobility has improved since being on an OTC joint medication and Savannah had lost a few more pounds. Old dogs do not look or act old.
And then more less-epic stuff. Like the washer that my mom gave me seven years ago deciding that a metal-on-metal grinding noise was the best thing ever. Which we maybe fixed - next load will determine. And then my husband taught me to replace an iPhone screen, only I lost a screw, which didn't impress him, and then the screen we purchased for the phone fell apart almost immediately, so we had to put the old screen back on. Less-epic.
I got to watch other people ride on Sunday, including a Tennessee Walking Horse. I've never tried to photograph a gait and holy shit. Not nailed. Not nailed at all.
This, though? Nailed. Mostly. You can still see a bit of the blue leash above his left ear.
Which kinda-sorta brings us to this morning. BM sent me a text at 7:15 saying that the farrier, who has been on vacation, could be out that day. Awesome. Except I can't get money to the barn just like that, which I think the BM was willing to front me. Then the farrier asks if I want aluminum or steel. We did steel last summer and I'll have to review if they really made a difference, but they're slightly cheaper and cheaper is good right now, so I say steel. To which he replies that he would have to order them. Wait, what? So I say, whatever the man has on his trailer, let's nail to my horse so he can have feet. Oh, but nevermind. The farrier actually doesn't think that alums would be good right now anyways, so let's just wait for the steel to come in and we'll have Archie shod next Monday. Because.............. farriers run out of steel shoes?