Are you asking yourself, “What the heck does that blog title have to do with anything remotely equine?” Grin. Today’s adventure is a good time to share a funny story about my brother. When he was about Ike’s age (5-6 years old), my parents purchased a brand new pair of sneakers for him. We aren’t talking Air Jordan’s or anything remotely that pricey. It was the late 1970’s so our clothes and shoes weren’t remotely cool at all. Flammable, yes. Cool, not in the least. They were functional and supposed to last at least through Christmas.
So my brother had only worn his new sneakers for about a month when they ended up with a huge tear in them that made them unusable. When my mother saw them, let’s just say that she was less than happy. “Jeff, how did this happen? Were you playing with Dad’s pocket knife again?!” “No, Mom, my sweatpants did it,” my brother stated matter-of-factly. Um, huh? Sweatpants? They must be killer sweatpants. Needless to say that not even my father with professional investigative skills could drag the truth out of my brother. To this day he will proclaim that his sweatpants ripped his sneaker….which is the segue to Ike’s latest adventure.
I head out to the barn today to ride. It was cloudy and cool and you really could not ask for a better day to ride in August. When I arrive at the barn, I noticed that Ike was in his stall, yet all the other horses were outside. Hmm, this is a bit odd. As I approach the barn, Ms. C emerges and shares the news – Ike has pulled his front shoe. Oh, you mean that shoe with the Equi-thane that was just put on not 7 days ago?! Yes, that shoe. Great. Thanks Ike. Ike stared at me with his innocent, big brown eyes like he didn’t know why I was so upset. I quizzed him on how this could have happened. I got a blank stare. I asked him if the sweatpants did it. Still, no answer.
Luckily, to Ike’s dismay, unlike my brother and his sneaker, there was a witness to this crime. Ms. C filled in the rest of the story. The cooler weather invigorated Cigar who decided that it was a good day to cavort with his younger brother. Havoc and mayhem ensued and during the melee, Ike left his gel pad and shoe in the middle of the paddock. Awesome. Oh look there it is , a $100 laying in the dirt. Too bad that the gel pad is not reusable. Thankfully, the shoe is. Thankfully, there is hoof left. Thankfully, our show is not this weekend.
Now I know how my mother felt…and why her wine glass was so big!
Back to the barn tomorrow to meet the farrier and hopefully the weather will cooperate for a ride. Our next centerline is 12 days away!