The plan was to take William on his first trail ride. He had his shoes on, he was all ready to go. Until, he got in the trailer with my friends 3 mares. They did not agree that he should be allowed to go. They all threw up a stink and Will jumped out of that trailer faster than I could say "Knock it off!"
So, I took a barefoot Laredo. Four grueling hours, Larry and I slogged that trail like nobody's business. Bring it. And I rode it all in a crappy English saddle! Bam!
Half way through we had a bbq lunch (delicious) and by the time we were done, Larry had been kicked in the chest by said mare above, and had four chipped hooves. Darn rocks. But no worries, he was fine, except for the rub mark that left his flesh sore under a boot cover. Dang those boots.
We got home and I cold hosed him, fed him, doctored his little cut, found a sore on his back tendon, cold hosed some more, and then put him to bed. This morning, he was bright and happy! (although moving slow... just like me!) Happy birthday me!
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