As I opened up Blogger and scrolled down through my reading list I saw Liz's Setback post. It was perfect timing for me to read and for the thoughts swirling around my head.
My dad called tonight.
This has been the first week of winter. No one is acclimatized. Not me. Not the dogs. Not the horses. Dad called to tell me he's been taking buckets of water out to Whiskey who is now refusing to enter the corral area. He said she's having a hard time walking.
Dad can be funny about stuff. The neighbour never did water his horses. Snow is fine and all that hooey. He also never did feed unless it was a particularly deep snow winter. I won't comment on what I think of his horse care practices... Anyhow, said neighbour and dad are buddies.
Our conversation tonight centred around why water is necessary to maintain a healthy horse. (There is an automatic waterer the horses have access to - Whiskey is just not walking to it.) It then shifted to my dad telling me that Whiskey needs shoes.
Go figure. They guy who wonders if it's necessary to provide fresh water wants to put $120+ shoes on a pasture horse. That's plain shoes and pads, without the necessary borium for winter traction.
This thought led me to Liz's post. Which was perfectly aligned with what I was thinking.
The horse shoes. Are they for the horse? Or for my father?
I won't lie. I'm really worried. Is this just a blip? A rough transition to our frozen world? Or a forecast of the future? Can Whiskey realistically handle our rough winters?
What I do know is I'll be driving out tomorrow to see how she's doing. I'll bring another can of Venice Turpentine. We'll start there and see if it helps her tender toes. I've also placed the farrier "on alert". Bottom line - is the right call to the vet or the farrier? Because if I can't keep her sound enough to survive then I'll do what's right. Regardless of how it'll hurt my father who loves this horse with every fibre.