I reaaaaally want to bitch and moan about how hard it is to keep a horse fit and happy when he can't keep those magical little chunks of metal safely attached to his feet. But I also wanted to call this "summertime sadness" and it isn't. It just isn't. Life is pretty goddamn good, if I'll only allow it.
So what do you do with a pony with wet, crumbly shoeless feet?
...not a whole lot. (Other than peruse forums and cry a little on the inside that the vet's solution moving to a different part of the state isn't viable. Thinking of this and this. The Kid has already been on a feed-through for over a year.)
|I did not drive through this shit in my little baby fiesta. I took a side road and another side road and finally had to drive through a smaller version of this.|
I have hopped on him bareback for our walks back to the pasture. I'm thinking that tonight I might "ride" him bareback in the big pasture, even though he only has two comfortable bareback gaits: walk and three strides of choppy canter. This is centaur work, right Denny?
If you're wondering why my farrier hasn't jumped at the opportunity to reattach his shoe, said farrier has been on vacation this week. It makes the little tingles in my head go off, because it appears that there is always.something when I need a shoe fixed. (...and now I've found out about and met the other farrier... and he's really nice... and he does photography... and he let me hold his camera... and he answered allllll my questions about hot shoeing, which I had never seen before) (things to think about)
In other news, my coworker has been out for a month (again). The girls have a vet visit tomorrow ($$$). I'm picking up a piece of something tomorrow. And something else. You know, vague, so I have shit to write about later. If I write, because this has not been my strength lately. (what has?)