Before I start today's tale, I have to warn you against trying this at home. Or do not do unless you have been taught by a professional, or you are desperate because people can't keep their word and things had to be done.
Two different farriers have broken their word. One would think in their line of business they would keep appointments, because word of mouth is important. At least word of mouth is what brought me to call them in the first place. But it isn't the first time, and bound not to be the last time I was forgotten about. Sure something could have come up, they got distracted, what ever, but they could have called. Sam's hooves were desperate for attention however, they were starting to crack.
We have watched farriers over the years, for various reasons. And a couple years back we had bought a farrier kit. It has been sitting gathering dust. Yesterday I was getting very concern about Sam, hoof damage was likely if something wasn't done.
Husband agreed, and so last night when he got home from work, we cut Sam's hooves. Of course this was our first time actually doing it, not just watching. Sam was wonderful for us. She stood and closed her eyes, either sleepy or bracing for pain. We are not as fast as the professionals, nor as brave. We probably could have trimmed the hooves shorter, as we still hadn't seen the light pink of new growth, but the are trimmed up nicely and the cracks are gone. That was the important thing. If the cracks were too high, she might come up lame.
Now I would tell you step by step, but I am not in the mood to. The info is easy to find. And as I am not a professional at it, you can bet someone would leave not very nice remarks about my telling you. And I am grumpy. I am forced to quite smoking, no smokes makes Phelan a grumpy gal. Just can't afford that one and only addiction that I have. I will do my best not to be sharp with anyone, but this is a head's up.
Sam's happy. I don't remember if I told you or not. Sam's paperwork has her name listed as Seminole Wind. Kind of pretty if you ask me. She managed to sneak past my husband yesterday. Went and visited some neighboring horses. She ignored me and my treat bucket, but we finally got her wrangled and back home. That will teach hubby to leave the gate open too long.