On Monday of this week, Archie threw his right front shoe. Less than a week after having just had the pastern injected. Not only did he "throw" it, he embedded a nail. When my Kid does something, he is a fucking overachiever.
In a group text between my barn manager (who pulled the offending shoe) and my vet, I realized, maybe not for the first time but certainly the strongest, how important it is to have a knowledgeable team surrounding us. I hand-picked these people to help me care for my horse. I'll go to bat for my vet any day of the week, because he's just astounded me with both his knowledge and his concern. Like, whoopsie, he examined my horse by himself yesterday because I couldn't get there and thought someone else would be. #ownerfail
And after having just left a meeting with my new farrier, who started his day extra early so I could get to work, I sincerely and whole-heartedly appreciate the Bold Archer team. (Imma make them shirts... and then make them wear them.) It takes a damn village to keep the Kid going, these days.
He walked off much better once his shoe was reattached and the farrier and I had a short conversation about where we're headed with his feet. He likes the way he wears his Triumphs, but may have found a bonded aluminum that might work better. And, then, of course, the pour-ins (because he just doesn't think leather will work here).
I routinely get my BM a bottle of Captain Morgan, because she likes it, and my BO a bottle of wine at Christmas. But I also want to get something for the vet and the farrier, since I'm so sincerely appreciative. When I worked in vet med, people brought in baked goods. There are some amazing bakeries here, but that feels so hit or miss. I'd appreciate any thoughts or suggestions!