The shoer came out a couple days ago and did a bunch of Trainer's client horses and some of her personal horses. I ended up holding horses for what felt like forever. I'd never seen a shoer hot-shoe before, and took the opportunity to take a photo of a red-hot horseshoe. According to the farrier, for a shoe to glow red-hot, it has to be at around 2000 degrees. I don't even want to think about what kind of damage 2000 degrees could do to one's skin.
Then the ponies went on a field trip. When I texted my friend and told her I wouldn't be making it to a dinner for a mutual friend that evening, I told her it was because Rain was going on a field trip, and she responded, "Your horse is going on a field trip? Will she learn anything? It this an educational field trip?"
I chuckled to myself and answered, "It is an educational field trip. It's called 'learn to have a brain when off the farm.'" Rain has to learn how to hang on to her brain when away from the farm, so she got to ride along to a barrel racing practice. She was actually surprisingly good. She was in the company of Leo, a barrel racing and traveling veteran, and Cara, who is not a veteran of anything. I'm proud to say that my mare did as well as, if not better than, Cara (who has been hauled to events a couple of times before). Rain met cows and foals and a hot walker.
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| She thought cows were dumb and ugly and smelly and good-for-nothing. Wait. Maybe that's just me projecting my feelings about cows onto my horse. Oops. |
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| Leo is ready to go "turn and burn." |
She didn't break anything or kill anyone, so I consider the trip a success. She stood tied to the arena, and only dug a small hole. It was more long and shallow than deep, so it was easy to fill up before we left to head back to the barn.
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Rain stands next to Cara, before Trainer and I oh-so-cruelly made her stand by herself.
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In solitary on the other side of the arena.
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