Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Poor me

Here I am with an ice pack inexpertly bandaged to my leg.  The vet says that I have thrown a splint and must rest (what a nice man).

The last set of shoes I had put on were like skiis and I found it quite difficult to organise my legs, especially when one shoe starting flapping.  For some reason, instead of making the shoes the same as the World Class people said, Her farrier took it upon himself to make the extensions wider and the trailers longer.  This made it difficult to walk, and She is apoplectic with rage and has summoned the farrier to explain himself and rectify the situation.  I wouldn't like to be in his shoes (even though I am ha ha).

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