Shenanigans

Being a farrier can be hard work.
When it is 70 degrees out and your in a tank top in front and beside several burning forges. Or your horse is a spoiled brat because the owner doesn't believe in handling it's feet.

I know, the rest of you guys are buried in snow or sloshing around in rain and mud.

Bummer because right now I am sitting in the shade in a tank top enjoying this nice weather. Just got back from riding my instructors horse, bitless I might add. I was sweating wearing a tank top and his saddle pads were wet.
Just gotta rub it in.

Working with horses feet is hard work. I don't ever get up in the morning and say "today I don't want to shoe a horse or trim some feet" I love doing this, I should have done this a long time ago. My hands scream out, "Please don't hit me with a hammer or catch my fingertips on nails or squash them between something totally irrelevant to horses" that happens a lot. Murphy's law.


But in all it's a little bit of a rodeo around here. Being one of four girls in a barn full of 30 or so guys you gotta cowgirl up and roll with the punches, or hammer heads on various parts of ones hands, hooves to the backside etc.

You gotta have a little fun.

Sometimes at a cute furry ponies expense. For the record both of my feet were planted on the ground. No backs were swayed in the taking of this picture.


I apologize cute furry mini. At least your lamanitic feets are back looking somewhat normal again.
yup, white mini's. I am moving up the horse ladder. Indigo would be jealous though I think she prefers rolling around in the mud I hear we have going on back home.