Scrappy trotted out beautifully yesterday morning--yay, he's getting better at his Death March vet trot out!--so I loaded him and my bucket o Rennys again and headed to the lake to meet N. I knew she'd be well armed with Renegades and ideas too, and wanted her advice and eye on how Scrappy moves in the hind boots. She also brought him a super snazzy wine colored noseband cover that matches his tack overlay so very nicely! Aww spoiled snazzy Scrappy:sudden ouchiness after first hind booting the other day was that he was hitting his legs with the boots and just needed to go in splint/ankle boots for a while. With that in mind we trotted Scrappy around barefoot and booted on all four for each other. More good trot out practice for Scrap! We quickly realized there was no way he was interfering in the boots as both barefoot and booted he lands very wide in the hind, I'm talking at last half a foot between where his hind feet land.
The next potential issue was the fact that, discovering at the trailhead the other day that I had only one size 0 boot, and a worn out one at that, Scrappy had worn one way too-large size 1 on a hind and the worn size 0 on the other. The size 0 and below Renegades have a smaller captivator, so my boot sources suggested the smaller captivator may also be not right for him. The captivators actually didn't seem to be an issue, but Scrappy *is* between sizes on both front and hind hooves, not helpful. He is too large for a 0 on the fronts, but a 1 boot shell is a smidge too big. The 00 on the hinds is too small, but the size 0 again are a smidge too big. I decided to put size 0s borrowed from N on his hinds and see what happened. The size 0s were an okay fit but this hind boot kept gapping at the top:
Cuddles..in search of food!
Done, sound, thirsty
This morning it was Sheza's turn for a thorough grooming and hoof trim. I swear to you all, she is Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde in red filly form. True to character she jammed her head excitedly in the halter (she currently prefers wearing Blaze's faded old green one), then pranced and pirouetted and snorted her way over to the cross ties, half remembering sometimes that there was a person attached to the lead line. On the way I made her pay attention, sort of, we backed and circled and moved around and rolled the whites of our eyes at each other until she was relatively polite to lead, and I do mean relatively. Once in the cross ties she promptly began pawing the ground obnoxiously, and as I began working on her feet, she gave her customary One Big Spazz. If I recall we didn't have any Spazzes the last few trims but the weather this morning is deliciously cool and well: Sheza- brat. The Big Spazz consists of surging forward dramatically, half rearing, throwing herself backwards while pulling back and thrashing like a fish, and then stopping to stand quietly, licking and chewing. After Big Spazz she is usually completely quiet and polite to have her feet done, as she was today. Mr. Hyde gets haltered and Dr. Jekyll sweetly nibbles my neck while I roll her toes...