Looks as if I owe Cupcake an apology. The blacksmith found an abscess that had already opened and drained. He might have had it for a while, possibly low-grade or partially open that started hurting when it closed/reclosed. Blacksmith thinks it had more to do with the wet weather than recent “work”. Either way, RodneyContinue reading “Diagnosis”
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Hoof Meet Bucket
Imagine me sitting here, listening to the earworm: There’s a hoof in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza. There’s a hoof in the bucket, dear Liza, a hoof. & wishing I was creative enough to come up with words to the rest of the verses. ____________________________ Gratuitous Kitten Picture (Good taste prevented me dragging outContinue reading “Hoof Meet Bucket”
Mixed Messages
Bad steps are contagious. After Mathilda’s adventure Sunday evening, Rodney was off Monday morning. We suspect he is mildly footsore but having horse histrionics over it. The lunging he has been doing has been proof of concept more than work: halter, no tack, short, mostly walk, microscopic amount of trotting. OTOH, who are we toContinue reading “Mixed Messages”
Liberty Mare
And for the exciting news: nothing happened. Over the weekend, we finally let Mathilda graze on her own for a few minutes each day. Granted we were both hovering close by, grain buckets at the ready should she decide to get silly. The goal is to get her less labor intensive. Ironically, this routine meansContinue reading “Liberty Mare”
September Whine
I’ve shown you lots of pretty pictures lately and haven’t angsted at you for a while. Time to remedy that. While I was out of town, Hubby took Rodney for a spin on the lunge line. He – the horse, not the hubby – farted and fussed as you would expect from a horse usedContinue reading “September Whine”
Fergus Says: No Smoking
Barn sign by Jean Abernethy, the brilliant illustrator I was fortunate enough to work with for Back To Eventing & Back To Riding. Purchased from HorseLoverZ. More Fergus stuff at Furry Partners. Fergus on Facebook.
Foto Friday: Shadows on the Ground
Waiting for Matilda to finish eating, under the old feeding regime. [Return, last paragraph, “my lap airspace is full of horse snoot.”]