Bootie Boy


Lucky enough to have a horse

Awareness of the outside world. Am disgusted with politics. Not surprised, but still disgusted.

[Sparing you yet another photo of Rodney’s hooves in foot coverings]

Rodney is loving his booties. He’s cavorting around the field. He’s bold in the barn. He’s got his ears up, approaching Saddlebred status. Not in a bad way. More in a “Hi! What’s up!” way.

He wears booties during the day. I take them off at night to air &/or dry out his paws. I worry about his hooves being endlessly enclosed. If he had a vote, he’d wear them 24/7.

Makes us wonder if his feet have been bothering him at a low-grade level for a while, years even. He was fine. Now he’s better. Makes me wonder what else I have missed/am missing over the years.

I know you never learn everything with horses. I’m starting to wonder if one ever learns anything.

Previous installment in the Bootie Saga, [Back In Booties, Fixing The Future]

Stay safe. Stay sane.

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