The Red Mare was having issues with her shoes, resulting in them having to be pulled and her having to go barefoot for a full cycle with hooves that had been overtrimmed. She had basically was walking on her soles and tiptoeing gingerly everywhere, enraged that her ability to torment her pasture mates had been limited.
Well, the plus side is that it stopped her from jumping the pasture fence to run across the property to beat up geldings (her favorite pastime), the downside was that, well, she was hurting and starting to get depressed that she couldn’t commit her usual atrocities.
Feeling sorry for The Red Mare and wanting to give her some relief, and having seen great success with these boots with client horses at work, I grabbed my credit card and did something that was REALLY hard to explain to my non-horsey family.
I bought my horse some sneakers. 1 week later, I was thrilled to find them on my porch, so I rushed on over to the barn, pulled up my poor, sad, sore Red Mare and popped them on her feet. They fit! And she hand-jogged sound in them! Now what? I know, I’ll put them through their paces and see if I can get them to come off.
I should have known. The newfound pep in her step. the excited honks. the mischief returning to her eye. the Red Mare Energy was returning. But there I was. too happy, too excited at the prospect of being to ride again to notice these things and give reasonable consideration to my next Brilliant Idea.
What was my Brilliant Idea, you might ask? Well, I was going to save time by taking The Red Mare, who had been out of work for a couple of weeks, for a casual trail ride across the pastures, through the woods, across the creek, putting the boots through everything I could think to throw at them.
and I was going to save time by doing it bareback AND in a rope halter. And to top it off. the weather had just started to turn cold. What could possibly go wrong? Well, off we went. The Red Mare was more kite than horse, but I guess that was to be expected.
So off we went, her spooking and honking, me assuring her that yes, that log has been there for a while and no, it has no plans of eating you. Through sand, tall grass, leaves, water, and mud we went, and the boots were holding on! We got to the big pasture.
“I want to trot” said Red Mare. “What a great idea” I said. Off we trotted. “I want to canter” said The Red Mare. “Wow we both just have so many great ideas today, let’s do it” I said There I was with images from The Black Stallion in my head.
we were going to look so majestic running freely across the pasture, bareback, hair flowing in the wind, the light from the sunset creating a scene one only sees in movies. Only, life isn’t a movie, and this wasn’t The Black Stallion.
The was The Red Mare. The Red Mare was feeling good. And I mean GOOD. SO GOOD that she had to express herself somehow, and she could NOT be stopped, so off we went, bucking and farting the entire length of the pasture, with me yelling obscenities at her the whole way.
Finally, I decided that she couldn’t buck if she was galloping, so off we tore, back towards the barn at an idiotic speed. As we raced back, me holding her fool head up the whole way so she couldn’t get back to hopping around like a demented toad, I peeked down and noticed the boots still on, by some miracle.
Well, at least SOMETHING was going right today. We swerved over to the arena, where I intended to school her on solid footing. I looked over and saw there were people hanging out in the next door arena.
“Great, I guess our yeehaw shenanigans will be witnessed. Oh well, I guess there will be someone to call an ambulance for me” I thought to myself. Well. I readied myself for a bucking fit, asked for the canter, and braced myself for impact.
only to get the most lovely, balanced, and uphill canter that one could ask for from The Red Mare. “Wow, she is such a good girl, those new boots look great on her!” said my audience “She is a HOOLIGAN of the highest order, and she is telling you all LIES right now” I said through gritted teeth, as The Red Mare laughed at me for not being able to school her for her now-perfect behavior.
But I do know one thing she wasn’t lying about. She sure does like these new boots. TL;DR: The Red Mare and I took these boots offroading, W/T/C through tall grass, sand, water, mud, arena footing, and a bucking spell, and the boots stayed on beautifully and didn’t rub at all.
The Red Mare loved them, for sure.