I guess Freedom likes his glue on shoes. Today, after months of carefully growing out his badly chipped front feet, he was going to get regular shoes. It was a milestone and financially welcome.
Yesterday, he managed to shed one of his expensive glue ons and totally destry the hoof wall. I found the shoe thoughtfully deposited in front of the gate, where I couldn’t miss it when I fed last night.
While some horses manage quite fine with the hooves they were born with — Zelda has lovely feet, even after hunting her a few times this spring, there are no chips, no cracks and no bruising. She is my reward for supporting Freedom’s fragile thoroughbred feet for the last 16 years. Many horses do okay with a lost shoe, especially if it’s caught early on.
Not Freedom. Even in a soft pasture (we’ve had rain recently), Freedom managed to totally destroy that naked hoof. It will be months and months before I can even think of nailing a regular shoe onto it. He must be wanting to keep the Sigafoo company in business. Or maybe he just enjoys have the special shoes. I guess I should be greatful that at least it’s an easy fix. In another day or two, he’ll have his new ruby slippers and will be happy as ever.