Archie had a visit with the farrier last week. New farrier is a funny guy:
Me: ...Yeah, and his racing name was Bold Archer.I'm pretty effing happy with the work he's done and want to show a six-months fugly foot difference:
Him: I can see why you dropped the bold.
|August on left, February on right.|
Stress crack is officially gone!
Wednesday of last week, I put my Collegiate on him and hopped on in my work pants and mustard yellow mules. I very gently tossed my weight across his back before I put a foot in the stirrup, just to make sure he was okay. We walked two laps around the outside of the ring and called it a night.
And my ouchy, arthritic gelding took off in the most comfortable, rhythmic rolling canter. For two laps. Reverse and, by god, the old guy did it again.
Sunday, the other boarder and I met up again for a little trail ride. My horse is amazing. He had nearly four weeks off and gave no fucks about anything.