I'm oozing joyful stories this week. Like butt funks and whoopsies.
So, I dropped my farrier, who I've had for five years but would have pleasantly dropped at any moment prior due to various unmentionable reasons, in the same manner as was the winner for last week's poll*. This was less me wussing out or caving to the norm and more a conversation with my barn manager. I asked her opinion and she said I didn't have to do anything, so nothing I did.
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