That man showed up today at the ranch.
The one with the beard . . .
. . . and all the tools. Yeah, him.
That one they call the “farrier”. Hmpf!
Chip likes the guy, for whatever reason, and usually Chip is the only one who has to deal with him. You see, Chip wears shoes, but I don’t have to, so Chip has to deal with this guy more often than I do.
The farrier messes with your feet. It does feel good to get your feet cleaned off and trimmed up. You don’t trip on things as much, and it’s easier walking. (But don’t tell Mom and Dad I think that.)
Oh, the indignity!
It was gonna be OK until Dad made me eat this stuff he calls “wormer”. Have you ever tasted that stuff? Yuck!
So then I got mad, and decided I didn’t want to be nice to the farrier.
I let him do one front foot, and then decided to show myself.
But . . . I was tied to a tree by my head! Really?!
I tried to knock him down, but when he said he was OK, I knew I had to step up my game, so I wouldn’t let him pick up my back foot.
He pulled my foot off the ground even though I didn’t want to lift it up, so I kicked. I kicked and I kicked and I kicked, but the loop wouldn’t fall off.
But I’d have another chance or two to show myself yet. I rested for awhile while he did that foot.
We had to go through it all again with the other back foot. I kicked and kicked and kicked, but that loop would not come off. I even hopped a little, but the bearded man won, and I gave in and let him work on my foot.
But I also heard her tell Dad that she still loves me, and she’s not gonna “sell” me, whatever that means.
Do you know how much grass I had to eat to get rid of that taste in my mouth?