This is just to say that my horse? is hilarious.
Last night, we handwalked for 20 minutes outside, up and down the pasture hills, and he thought it was great fun. So we would walk for a bit, and then he would start jigging, and I would ask him to waaaaaaalk again, and he would heave a put-upon sigh, and walk.
Then he would jig v-e-r-y slowly. And I would say waaaaaaaalk, and he would give me the side-eye, and then jig even more sloooooooooooooowly. See, mom, I’m totally walking, I am, you don’t even have to speed up. And then when I asked him to walk, he would huff loudly, and walk for another few strides before starting up the jigging again.
I don’t know if I would have minded the jigging so much except he’s not used to moving in the boots – he’s spent most of his time standing around in the stall in them – and he kept tripping and nearly falling on his face after a few strides. Idiot boy.
After handwalking I pulled his boots, triple-checked the wrap on his RF, and doused the LF in thrush stuff. Fingers crossed he keeps everything on and his feet start to dry out and toughen up quickly.