And it never ends for any of us. The day before yesterday Sarah G. came over with her Tennessee Walker, Spiffy, with a new Specialized saddle in hand. It had these foam/neoprene pads that you Velcro to the saddle – this then allows the horse owner to “build” the saddle to fit the horse. Pete and Sarah futzed around with the saddles and the pads for a few hours. I observed because it seemed to me that a third viewpoint was a complication. Sarah did use our impression pad, in order to determine where the pressure might be on Spiffy’s back. After this was sorted out we went for a lengthy ride. Horse and rider both seemed happy with the fit.
And today, at midday, Pete told me that the new Renegade boots were in the mailbox. I drove down there, picked them up, and brought them home. Pete then began futzing with them, in preparation for putting them on Hrimmi.
Futzing is the operative word. These boots are like Sarah’s saddle – dreadfully complicated. You have to adjust the cables that tighten the things with an Allen key. I just went about my business, tacking up the horses, thinking that once Pete figures out the ins and outs of these things, that he can then show me how to put them on and remove them.
Like Sarah’s saddle, the boots were worth the investment. Pete and I went for a ride – I rode Raudi and he rode Hrimmi. These boots were to her liking. She walked on the gravel roadway with considerable assurance and when asked, she trotted and cantered. I’ll never call her Moo Moo again. Rather, I’m going to call her Flame because she is so fleet in her orange boots.
My sense this evening is that we made the absolute right choice in getting these boots for Hrimmi. We are headed to the Poor Farm, but we are headed there happy.
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