I am trying not to be superstitious. Siete has been running around like a healthy horse, so the farrier and I are talking about putting shoes on the normal way this month instead of reversing them on her front feet. I don’t want to jinx anything by saying that we are doing really well, but I’m going to risk it. It’s a way of offering hope to anyone who is going through some of the same scary hoof problems we encountered six months ago.
All that said, today, Siete threw her front left shoe, which is the foot where we had all the problems. So now, I’m going to be calling the farrier first thing in the morning to come earlier than planned. Until he gets here, I’ll use one of the boots that Grey Horse Matters’ daughter let me borrow last fall. Another superstition I’ve secretly had is that as soon as I returned the boots, Siete would need them. Luckily, I heeded that one.
Now that I’ve lived through several years of Silk itching like crazy and Siete developing hoof abscesses and both horses having Lyme Disease, I hope that I’ve learned enough to prevent another round of these seasonal problems. I’m going to be vigilant. I know the warning signs. I’ve got all the sprays and meds and boots and poultices on hand. As bad as winter is, with the cold and the ice and the snow, there aren’t any bugs. When I think about it, the bugs are what get us every time. Isn’t it amazing that tiny insects that are almost invisible can cause such havoc and pain to a 1000-pound horse? This year, I swear I’m ready for them.
The daffodils are coming up. The forsythia and lilacs and azaleas are budding. Can the ticks and mosquitoes and flies be far behind? I hope so.