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Sunday, February 28, 2010

You've been Claimed

Someone emailed me and asked if I'd ever had a horse claimed from a race. Since I had to write about it anyway, I thought it might be an interesting addition to my blog. Especially since it involved two horses I had that were very special too.

Zebra Laughter was one of the first horses I ever trained as a racehorse, and of course I loved her dearly. She came with another horse Crown Mist. I broke them both, brought them along and trained them as racehorses. Crown was by Sporting Life and he had the expected temperament. He was not reliable, but had talent and I recall I won two races with him. His ankles started to bother him so rather than contine to race him I retired him and gave him away. He was a beautiful horse.

Pookie (Zebra Laughter) was a big Rollicking filly who was back at one knee. She was the only horse I had in training at the time. I never expected her to have a long racing career, but as long as she was sound I would race her. She was a nervous horse and didn't have the best breathing. Back then they didn't have all the great operations and treatments for horses with wind issues.

I put her in for I think $16K and she ran good and then back again for the same price and she won. I raised her to $20K to protect her and Dale Capuano claimed her. This was my first claim. If you don't know how it works, your horse runs the race and while they are pulling up a MJC rep walks up to you and hands you a slip of paper and tells you you've been claimed. At that point you don't meet your horse on the track, their groom does. They put their halter on the horse and take her back to their barn. To say it was horrible for me would be an understatement because I love my horses. I break them, gallop them, train them and adore them. I told myself I wasn't going to be another girl trainer crying when they lose their horse so I held myself together until I got out of there. I ship them myself so I have a trailer. I went back to the receiving barn with Calvin, my helper and we got my and Pookie's things. When I got into my truck at Laurel, I cried all the way back to Pimlico. Calvin just kept telling me it would be alright Missy Kim.

I never wanted any of my horses to be claimed, but I knew it would happen and I knew I wouldn't like it. I had a second horse claimed a couple years later named Hey Snipe. He finished second or third his first race out for I think $14K and I raised him to $20K and Gary Capuano claimed him. I don't know why the Capuanos like me so much, but I wasn't happy that day either, although I handled it better. Incidentally, Snipe was the full brother to Earn My Keep who won my first Allowance and Stake races. I think that may have tortured Gary a bit because he seemed to try with Snipe longer than he normally would have, at least in my opinion. Neither Gary or Dale improved the horses trained by the girl who loves them. They both ran better for me. It's not true that you can't love them.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

My Bear, Part III

This should really be titled The Story of My Bear and Charlie, but I guess because Bear and I bonded and Charlie ended up with Lisa, it's become the story of My Bear.

The time finally came to find a race for Bear. I elected to run him for $25,000 maiden claiming on the turf. Bear had never raced on the turf but was bred that way and I was excited along with lots of other people at Bowie to see how he'd do. The starting gate crew were ready to place their bets. $25K is tough and in theory I could have raced him for much less since he was a six year old maiden, but I wanted to protect him.

I entered him and when the form came out he was the favorite. I hadn't counted on that. This changed everything. There was a good chance he'd be claimed. I scratched him and took him home. I decided to retire him from racing. I didn't want to risk losing him or an injury to him. It was my job to protect him. This horse was starting to allow himself to trust me and I was very bonded to him by this time. I was bonded to both of them for that matter.

It was clear that neither of them would earn money from racing to cover the expense of saving them. I didn't feel any regret. I still feel this is one of the best things I have ever done. I'd do it again without hesitation. I believe I got more from this than they did. That's huge when you consider they got their lives.



Both were now on the farm and Lisa started asking about Charlie. I knew I was going to give him to her, but I was having the toughest time letting go. It took me four months to actually let Lisa have him. Now I had to figure out what to do with Bear. I decided I would sell him, but in the meantime I would begin his retraining. We started out with longeing and hacking about the farm. Then we gradually started basic dressage/flat work. I put him on the market for $5,000 and decided I would take not one penny less.

It wasn't long before someone in my neighborhood became interested. I really liked her and she started coming over and riding Bear. I told her she could come any time she liked. It wasn't for her, it was so I could see if she was the right human for Bear. It was going to take a lot more than $5,000 for me to let that horse off my farm. I hadn't gone through all the expense and work to put either of them in the wrong hands. Incidentally, Charlie was thriving at the racetrack as a pony by now.




After a couple months the girl decided she wanted to take Bear home. She arranged for a vet to do a pre-purchase exam on him. I was green at the time when it came to these things and really didn't have a clue how it should go. This vet arrives and within five minutes she's taken over my farm. The next thing I know she's driven her truck into my barn. My barn is an eight stall center aisle barn and she's now parked in the middle of it. To say I was ready to blow a gasket is an understatement. I struggled to keep my cool.

This vet spent 47 minutes doing flexion tests on Bear. I timed it. I'd been at the track for 20+ years at that time and I've seen many, many flexion tests, but I've never seen someone twist a horse's legs the way this woman did. Bear stood for it all and was very good. She was there for around three hours and at the end of the ppe Bear had failed and the girl was crying. This was not what I had expected. The horse had not taken a bad step since I had gotten him. The verdict was that he was crippled and had chips in his knee. I was astounded, I had not seen them take any radiographs or digitals. Well, they hadn't, apparantly this vet had x-ray vision. The vet had pointed to a scar on Bear's knee and concluded he had chips in that knee.

You've got to be kidding. This is a horse that had been stuck in a field for two years without shelter. He was almost starved to death and this rocket scientist was going to get chips in the knee from a scar. I put that bad boy on my horse trailer and took him straight to Bowie Training Center. My vet did a digital on both knees. Guess what? Clean knees for sure. Now what do I do? The girl rode Bear for around two months and could show up any time she wanted. If she didn't know he was sound, she didn't deserve to have him. By this time I was feeling even more protective of him anyway. I decided I should keep him.

Winter was coming and I thought it would be nice to board him somewhere with an indoor. I wanted to work on my riding. I started to look around my neighborhood. There were a couple of facilities nearby. One was only three miles from me. I went over with my husband to check the place out. It had a big indoor and the people were very nice. My husband was very impressed. He asked me when I was moving Bear there. I said the people are nice, but they don't know what they are doing. It was close though and I could easily go over every day. It took me a month to talk myself into taking Bear there. It's not easy to board a horse when you are used to having them outside of your door.

It was working out great. Bear was progressing nicely and everyone there was very friendly. I took a picture of him when he was starving and showed it to them. I explained that I might be overprotective at times, but it was because of what he'd been through.

He was there all winter and in the spring I had to have surgery. It was an in and out procedure. I sent someone over to check on him the day of the surgery. The next day by mid afternoon, I decided to go over and check on my boy. They were surprised to see me walk in the barn. I felt uneasy, like something was wrong. Bear was down at the other end. He stuck his head out and I said Hello. I walked him up the shedrow to the grooming stalls and decided I'd put him on the longe. After a good grooming, we headed into the indoor. He was dead lame.

I put him back in the stall and told them to give him bute in his grain. I've seen a lot of lameness and there's lame and then there's "this is bad" lame. I knew this was bad, but there's always a chance you are wrong. I couldn't find any real heat or swelling, but I knew it was behind. I told them not to turn him out until I came there and checked on him the next day after I was finished at the track.

The new regimen was going to be I would come after the track and check on him and if I found him to be sound, I'd turn him out on a little ace. He was still sore after four days, but steadily improving, so I kept him on stall rest. On Sunday I walked into the end of the barn and looked down the shedrow as I walked in the barn. No Bear head poked out of the stall. As I walked down the aisle I got madder with each step. I knew he was out and I knew what that meant.

He was out. They had turned him out after six days stall rest on no ace. I went out to the field and he was three legged lame. I got him, put him in the stall, drove over to my farm, got my horse trailer, came back and loaded him and my stuff onto it. They asked me where I was going. I told them to the racetrack where they have the knowledge and technology to take care of horses. I never went back to that farm.

Sean, one of my vets, felt that Bear had hit his stifle on something and that was the cause of the lameness. He prescribed stall rest and NSAIDS to start. After a week we injected it to see if it made a difference. Bear became completely sound so we knew we had the cause of the lameness defined. Now what to do about it? Send him to a hospital to define it through radiographs and spending tons of $$ I didn't have? Carol, my practical, conservative vet put it in perspective for me. She said he likely has chips or torn cartilage in there and surgery to take them out at this point would probably not help that much. At his age, I was basically going to have a horse with a stifle problem either way. I accepted this because deep down I knew it was true and because economically, I couldn't afford the surgery anyway.

I failed Bear. He made it through starvation and abuse only to suffer a serious injury because I put him at a barn with people that I knew were not qualified to care for horses properly. They were really nice and I told myself that going there every day would be enough. A horse can get hurt anywhere no matter how much precaution you take, but I had put him in a vulnerable position. I'll always regret that decision, especially since that injury will likely be what gets him in the end.

Monday, February 22, 2010

My Bear, Part II

People ask me all the time what to feed a horse that needs to gain weight or what really puts weight on a horse. I think there are many variables with each horse, but in general I believe any horse that has gone hungry has an ulcer issue. Most horses that have been in any type of serious training have probably experienced ulcers. I use Gastrogard if they've been starved. I treat all the horses that come off the track with Neighlox, but I don't put it in their feed. I mix it with water and dose syringe it each morning before breakfast. With Charlie and Grandy, I treated them with Gastroguard and then eventually transitioned them to Neighlox. Bear still gets it today. I'll clarify, I call Grandy, Grandpa Cat, my Bear or my baby Bear, because he is a bear. If you ever meet him you'll see what I mean.

I fed them timothy/alfalfa hay cubes to the tune of four flakes a day. Triple Crown Complete feed supplemented with rice bran. They got the rice bran for two months. They always had hay, inside the barn and out in the field. They also got a half cup of corn oil each feeding and electrolytes and multivitamins. I worked their rations up, starting with a small amount of each thing for the first two weeks. I gave them half of a dewormer after two weeks and then a full dewormer six weeks later.

This worked out well. The third month I started to hack them around the farm. They were both wonderful to ride. I started to consider taking them to the track for a short stint. Not to prepare them for racing, but to work on Bear's starting gate issues, before he got feeling too good. I was warned he had real problems there. By this time they didn't look great, but they were healthy so I took them to the track. I had not body clipped either of them yet. They both had a ton of friends at the track and people came to visit them every day. Offering peppermints and kindness. They thought this was great. The guys at the starting gate remembered Bear. They said he had the makings of a Stake horse. They also remembered how bad he had become at the gate. I told them I didn't care how long it took, I wanted to take my time. We have a wonderful starting gate crew in Maryland and they were patient and kind. Bear got over his gate problem in no time flat. Of course it didn't hurt that Charlie was lightning fast out of the gate and loved going back there. I took them together and Bear relied on Charlie's judgment and his opinion was that the gate was a great place to go.

By this time everyone at Bowie knew about Bear and Charlie. While walking to the track one morning. Lisa the Outrider pointed at Charlie and said that's going to be my next pony. Let me tell you about Lisa, she's got a 25 year old horse that worked regularly until he was 22. He still looks like he's nine. There was no better home for Charlie in this world. By this time I knew enough about Charlie's past to realize he'd never race again. The vets told me that Ernie had bastardized his knees and if I put pressure on him, it would hurt him. That's all I needed to know, but I kept Charlie there anyway because he was much happier at the track than on the farm. Besides, he was a great training buddy for Bear and he had a new job. He was teaching Rafael to gallop racehorses. Charlie was smart -- really smart. When I galloped him he was tough. He loved to pull and he'd throw in a buck or air above the ground, just to let me know who he was. When Rafael galloped him, he pulled just as hard as Rafael could handle. He developed Rafael into a wonderful exercise rider. Rafael loves that horse to this day.

When you make a decision to do something, you don't know how important that decision truly is. Sometimes the most mundane thing you do turns out to be monumental and important. Not that buying Charlie and Grandy wasn't important, but I had no idea when I did it how significant it would be.

At this point I knew I would never race Charlie, but everyone was getting excited about Bear. He was thriving. It was time to body clip them both and get them looking like racehorses, not "farmettes". I just needed to find the time. We had a ton of horses on the farm to train as well as the horses at the track. One day JK and I were galloping on the farm and the horse JK was on spooked, not a bad spook, mind you, but JK came off. I asked him what happened because JK is like a tick, he just never comes off. He landed on his hands and knees and complained he'd hurt his shin. I was itching to get to Bowie and clip those horses so I told JK we should make it Sunday and give the rest of the horses off. He could close up the barn and I'd go back to Bowie and clip Charlie and Grandy. I hate clipping horses, but we never have the funds to pay someone else to do it, so I suck it up.

I finished up at around 6 p.m. and headed home. It was getting dark when my husband called on my cell phone and asked me where I was. I told him I was about a half hour away. He was mad when he told me he thought JK must be drinking because all the lights were on in the barn and only one horse had been brought in. My husband is not a horse person, but he knows how anal I am. Everything is done on a schedule and he knew that those horses should all be in by now. He said JK was just sitting in his car. I started calling JK on the cell phone and he didn't pick up. I was getting mad myself, but as I drove on I started thinking about it. JK would never drink and stay at the farm. He knows I'd blow a gasket and really be mad. If he drank, he stayed away from me. I started to worry, something was wrong.

When I got to the farm, I didn't see the little grey car. JK must have left and all the horses were still out. The barn lights were on. I started to bring horses in. On my way out to the second paddock, I came across JK's car. What a strange place to park. I approached and I could see him laying back in the seat. I opened the door and asked him what was going on. He looked up at me but he couldn't talk clearly. He tried to say something but it was not discernible. I noticed he had urinated on himself and immediately knew he was in big trouble. My husband was now headed across the yard, I screamed to him to call 911.

They were there in a flash and got right down to business. They did the usual coherence questions such as "Who is the President?" JK looked at them wide eyed and couldn't answer. I told them JK would never know who the President was, he was a jockey. With that one of them asked, "Who rode Secretariat?" JK responded, Ron Turcotte. They looked at me and I said, yeah, he's right, Ron is a friend of his. It turned out JK had a sub dural hematoma. He was rushed to the hospital and had surgery. It was six months before he could come back to the farm for anything more than a visit. It was a year before he would get on a horse again.

When I decided to buy Bear and Charlie, I didn't know that they would be responsible for saving JK's life. It's so funny how things happen, but the fact is that if I hadn't needed to body clip those boys and decided to do it that day, I'd have just told JK to go home and closed up the barn myself. JK lives alone. If he had gone home and gone to bed no one would have found him until the next day. Everyone agrees it would have been too late. We saved those horses, but they saved JK.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

The Quest for Fitness

Still wayyyyy tooo much snow around here, but I know everyone is sick of hearing about it. I’ve got my boys at a farm nearby with an indoor. We’re schooling with Elizabeth Madlener five days per week and I can’t begin to describe the progress we’re making. It’s phenomenal. My riding is changing in a profound way. She is truly a master.

One of the really great things about this farm is that Samantha Allan is right next door. I can ride over for jumping sessions. It is so neat to be able to ride somewhere for a lesson and when it’s with a two star eventer who the great Jimmy Wofford recommended to me, that’s even sweeter! Well, we’ve had so much snow I haven’t ridden over there for the past ten days or so. I called Sam on Monday and said, "we really need to jump!!!" I scheduled a lesson for yesterday afternoon with her. I decided I should hand walk the Bird over for fear of stepping on something beneath the snow. I don’t know this place the way I know my own farm and I was afraid I would ride onto something especially near the beginning of the ride. It’s near a barn and there is stuff stacked around it.

Birdie now has more evidence that I am a stupid. Stupid human. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I’m 46 and in really great shape, but that snow was over my knees in places, it had drifted. I had to stop three times to catch my breath. I wasn’t sure I’d make it. It’s about a mile walk, but geeze, what a walk it was. It occurred to me everyone is talking about conditioning themselves. Several friends have purchased the Wiii exercise thing. The answer is just outside your door right now. It’s perfect aerobic exercise, if it doesn’t kill you. It's also great for developing your horse's back and hind end, but Birdie kind of hated it.

The lesson went great, Bird was a star as usual and that Sam Allan, what a good coach and instructor. She had me jumping Bird in a halter with a lead rope. For those of you who know the Bird, you can only imagine what that was like, but he was great. He really did well. I like Sam’s approach, she is very intuitive and she knows where you and your horse are. I always benefit from her insight. By the way she told me I should ride Birdie home, very intuitive.
That it wouldn’t hurt him.

The trip home was much easier. Stupid Human.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

My Bear

We're having a blizzard and everyone I know is complaining about the weather. I don't blame them, but I've decided to take this time to talk about another very important horse in my life.

It's hard to believe he's been with me for five years and that he's eleven years old. I pulled his papers when I decided to write about him and discovered this. I got Bear when he was six, and time has flown by. Dark bay or brown Gelding named Grandpa Cat, out of Grandma Peg and by Noble Cat. That's Bear's description, but that doesn't even begin to describe who he is. He is the most gentle, sensitive horse I have ever known. He appreciates everything we do for him and every moment he has with us. He would never ask us for a single thing, but is so grateful for what we give to him. Bear has a perfect, lovely soul.

I met Bear on December 13, 2005. It was a cold, raw day and they were calling for ice rain/snow mix. I picked up his trainer around 8 a.m. that morning to go take a look at him and another horse. This guy was living nearby and had mentioned them to me a month earlier, but I just wasn’t looking for a horse and he wanted too much money for them. Since then, Graycie had made some money racing and Ernie had told me he was desperate to sell these two horses.

Ernie wasn’t awake, but his housemate got him out of bed and we headed to see the horses. I knew they would look bad. This guy was a druggie and had been ruled off the racetrack because of it. I wasn’t prepared for what I was about to see. The farm where they were located was about fifteen minutes from my farm. As we drove I told Ernie that my farm was full and if I decided to buy either of them I would need about a week to move horses around to make room. He was fine with that. We drove into a subdivision with upscale homes and to a cul-de-sac. There was a house to the left and a field straight ahead with a driveway that went along it to a house that was connected to a barn. There was a turn out shed in the field that must have been made for ponies or goats or something smaller than a Thoroughbred. There were two horses in the field, a brown one and a gray one. I became silent as we walked toward the fence. My mind started to race and I told myself to stay calm. I had never seen horses this skinny before. I had seen pictures, but I now know that pictures do not convey the despair that surrounds these horses in person. I knew that if I did not take these horses they would die. As I touched one of them his hair came out in my hand.

I looked at Ernie and I suppose my face was reacting to what I was seeing. He said the reason he needed to sell them was that the people were not taking care of them and they had become thin in the last three weeks. I didn’t know what to say so I didn’t say anything at all. These horses had obviously been starving for a very long time.

I felt their legs and the brown horse was nervous and touchy. The gray was aloof, but interested. Surprisingly they had very decent legs - considering. We walked back and got in my truck and there was silence for the longest time. I knew they were severely dehydrated and there was no water to be found. I really didn’t think they had time for me to even call the ASPCA. I told Ernie we needed to get those horses out of there immediately. He said he’d take $4,000 for the pair. I know what you’re thinking, he should have given them to me, but I knew he was a drug addict and that he’d let them die. I couldn’t let that happen. I told him if he got the papers and got a signed a bill of sale that day, I would pick them up and give him $2,000. The rest would have to come later. Apparently there was a partner involved.

Ernie left for Charlestown in the snow to get the papers and paperwork. I was stunned. I knew I was paying for two horses that should be for free, but I told myself that if just one of them made it to the races, they would pay me back. They both were good racehorses on paper. The gray was named Charolais and he was by Holy Bull. He had made over $40K for this guy. The brown was named Grandpa Cat and had only run four times getting a second and two thirds. These boys could run.

The ice rain came down as evening approached and I didn’t have any stalls open, but I knew they would be better off with me. Besides, they were going to spend the night out in the ice rain either way. Ernie showed up at around 5 p.m. and we left to pick them up. JK came along to help. As we drove Ernie told me Grandy would be difficult to load and that I should school him to the trailer a lot. He said he had beat him for four hours to get him on the trailer to go to a race. I didn’t say anything.

When we got there it was dark. As we drove into the cul-de-sac I thought to myself what was wrong with these people? They drove by these horses every single day and even if you had never seen a horse before, it was clear these horses needed help. How could these people bear to see this every day?

We pulled in front of the house/barn combo and Ernie went into the barn and dragged out four bags of Reliance feed. He also gave us his tote box filled with various treatments and medications. It was really weird, and I turned my attention to the horses. Charlie/Charolais was rather easy to catch although he was suspicious of our intentions. Grandy was another story, he was frightened and wanted nothing to do with us. Ernie kept telling me we had to tranqualize him. I was afraid to do that because he was so thin and frail. When horses are in this condition it’s natural to treat them like they’re going to break if you touch them. I wanted to try to load them without giving them anything. My hope was that if Charlie went on, Grandy would follow. It was hard to ignore Ernie’s chant to use tranqualizer. I thought to myself, “you don’t care about these horses, that’s why you can’t see how dangerous giving them drugs is.”

Charlie went right on the trailer. His attitude seemed to be, anywhere is better than here, let’s go. Grandy wouldn’t even get near the trailer and once Charlie went out of his sight he became even more frightened. I think he only expected things to get worse. Grandy had no hope left that anything would ever be okay again. I was overcome with grief but I held myself together. It was obvious that the only way we would get this horse on the trailer was to tranqualize him. It made me sick to do it, but I knew we would all be better off once we were headed to Leighton Farm. The ice rain kept falling as Grandy began to relax and hang his head. It still took about a half hour to load him, but eventually he went on.

It was a long drive back to my farm, mostly because I couldn’t get away from Ernie soon enough. All the way down the road he offered suggestions on how I should train them to win races. He recounted their performances when he trained them. Oh and he was their exercise rider too so he told me how to gallop them as well.

That was the last thing on my mind. I was afraid. What should I feed them? If I fed them too much I might kill them. Of course when you looked at them you wanted to feed them everything in your barn. How I wished I had stalls for them. The thought of putting them back out in the cold rain was killing me. Still, they were going somewhere that people cared. That would have to get them through this cold hard night.

I couldn’t sleep. They were out there in the cold rain. I got up at 2 a.m. and loaded two horses onto my horse trailer. I quickly cleaned their stalls and brought Grandy and Charlie in. They were wet and Grandy was very suspicious of me. Charlie almost ran me over to get into his stall. I wondered how long it had been since they knew the safety of a clean stall. I had placed a small amount of hay and some hay cubes inside. They dug in and I felt a sense of relief.

I left for the racetrack. When I got there I talked about these two horses and found out that they had been famous at Bowie. One trainer told me Ernie tortured them. It was amazing that any horse could run like they did with the way they were treated. I found out Ernie didn’t feed them regularly when they were racing either. People were amazed they were still alive. I couldn’t accurately describe how they looked.

My helper at the track came back to the farm with me. I tried to groom them, but I couldn’t because their hair would come out too easily. As I tried to brush Grandy’s tail, the hair fell out. You couldn’t groom them. I just wanted to do something to make them feel better. To let them know they were safe, but there wasn't a lot I could do just yet.

Rafael held them while I took pictures. He didn’t say much, but his eyes widened when he saw them. He was very kind and gentle with them, like he feared they would break. I was disappointed in the pictures, because they didn't show how thin the horses were since their hair was standing straight up. The vets told me that when they are severely starving the hair stands up like that, even on their faces.

I called my blacksmith and warned him “you’re never going to believe what I bought”. We dug out blankets and I felt really good putting them on. I believe the more comfortable you make a horse, the quicker he will recover. I set out to get their feet done and their teeth done asap. I wanted to deworm them but decided to wait at least a week.

The next day I tried to turn them out and Grandy went, but Charlie would not come out of his stall. He looked and me and said, “Lady, I’m staying in here where I’ve got food, water and shelter.” I didn’t blame him and decided to allow him to stay in as long as he wanted. It was a week before he agreed to go out. He rolled, did a trot and came back to the gate. I took him back in. They were both so foot sore.

Steve Guy is my dear friend and the best blacksmith in the world as far as I’m concerned. He not only has knowledge and talent, he has a love for horses similar to my own. He was sickened by what he saw when he arrived. Steve did Charlie first, and he looked haunted as he said there is no foot on this horse. “I’m going to be putting these shoes right on his sole, but it’s the only way we’re ever going to get any foot on him.” You see, when horses are starving the quality of the hoof suffers, and the feet don’t grow. Grandy was frightened and didn’t trust any of us. He wasn’t bad, it was just clear he expected to be hurt. He knew we would betray him even if we were being nice at the moment. Getting shoes on him was a long process. It took around two hours, there were so many cracks in his feet that Steve had to drill nail holes in special places to avoid nailing into the cracks. As he hammered the shoes on, Grandy resisted. Steve was upset because it was hurting him when he hammered. He didn’t want to cause Grandy pain, but the shoes were necessary. I love Steve Guy. He got shoes on both of them that day and Grandy walked down the shedrow sound when he was done. He charged the regular fee for shoeing, even though he was at my farm most of the day for two horses.
I'll be adding to this for a while........