These days, this is me. Well… actually in all truth, maybe it’s more like this:
Werk.
But still, all the relevant information you need to know is here:
Basically, I was on my way back from Chicago when I got the news that Jack had lost his shoe Friday. Amazingly my farrier came out and tacked it back on Saturday morning, but without the pour-in pad since homie was due to be reshod anyways. Sunday when I finally saw my pony and hopped aboard, it was evident that he was lame. Like ouchy at the trot. He needed a trim, and new shoes, badly, but since his oh-so-special shoes were not in we had to wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Because in that time (meaning Monday to Friday the following week) my A team had to agree on what direction to go with his special fairy dust shoes, and then order them. Even with them being overnighted, Jack didn’t get shod until Friday- a whole 6.5 weeks into the shoe cycle, when he’s meant to go 4. EFFFFF.
Of course when he finally got shod, his soles were bruised and he was short up front. Jack’s got himself some sensitive little tootsies, y’all.
Jack.
After a long diatribe to my vet about how even a week after being shod he still looks the teensiest bit short up front, I was told that it might take half a shoeing cycle to get back on track, since his going so long messed up all the mechanics of what we were trying to accomplish in the first place.
Jack’s super fancy shoes, and some mud.
So I might have just spent the equivalent of a clinic fee in farrier work, all for the pleasure of waiting for my horse’s feet to grow. Yes, first world problems, and yes, I’m whining about it. Judge me.
So that’s me. I’ve either been not here or not able to ride. My dreams of doing the Phillip Dutton clinic in December are likely crushed, and my hopes of jumping again are temporarily dashed.
At least there’s wine at the barn though… amirite?
Happy Friday!
Red on the Right 
I’ve been here. It is not a pleasant place to be. Wine and commiserations 🤦🏼♀️
And then another round of wine!
ARGH Jack! His poor little tootsies and poor Britt for not being able to ride! Hopefully he will be well soon.
Thanks! He’s already feeling better!
JACK JACK!! Poor you. Also, poor tootsies. I really want to hear about that clinic!
Oh man- It’s Phillip Dutton… sooooo I may at least audit!
girl, i feel ya. ugh. those are some fancy sneakers Jack is sporting tho, hopefully he keeps the laces tied tight from here out!
For real though. Though betches are $$$
poor you and poor Jack.UGH
not riding here now due to the six inches of mud everywhere. ICK.
I hope Jack’s feet improve fast so you can do some stuff……jeez…it does seem forever since you got to ride. Sorry! at least i am kind of used to it LOL
But at least Jack is cute. And work needs to take a long walk on a short pier (My work, your work everyone;s work:) HA)
I love that! Take a long walk off a short pier- never heard that before but will be using it now!!!
ha i have a lot more of those type of sayings….I guarandamntee it! 🙂
XD
Poor Jack and Poor you! I feel for you Britt! Is there another horse you could maybe take to the clinic?
Not that I can think of, but hopefully I’ll be able to audit!
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