One thing my little horse has is fine feet. Like rocks.
Even so, he chips the edges so that I need to get him trimmed. Today, though, I got a lesson from Marty on how to rasp the cracked edges of his hooves. I worked on just one because it is hot. I managed to be dripping sweat from my nose and pumping sweat from my face. Out of breath, I stopped.
Yep. It is summer here in Arkansas. I believe that $30 for the trimming is probably money well spent.
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