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.