JJS
Well-Known Member
No, this is not a thread full of grisly pictures of skinned feet or squashed toes, but rather an ode to my beloved eight-year old Ugg boots. Today as I was walking back to the field with Flower, I heard a rather shocking tearing sound, and in the same instant realised my sock felt suddenly wet, squelchy, and cold. Looking down in horror, I saw the whole upper of my right boot had torn clean off. Miss Clodhopper feet had only gone and stood on the side, whilst my oblivious self carried right on walking 
Between us, we managed to tear them in half, which meant a slightly undignified hop-along motion characterised the rest of our walk - a rather risky affair given said baby horse's recent misdemeanour. So, the moral of the story for you all: unless you want a highly unpleasant and rather embarrassing trip through the farm yard, try not to wear shoes that are incapable of withstanding a big-footed yearling who's a little lacking in spacial awareness
Last ever picture of said boots, right besides the sizeable hoof that would prove to be their end My farrier always says she has Shire horse feet!
Between us, we managed to tear them in half, which meant a slightly undignified hop-along motion characterised the rest of our walk - a rather risky affair given said baby horse's recent misdemeanour. So, the moral of the story for you all: unless you want a highly unpleasant and rather embarrassing trip through the farm yard, try not to wear shoes that are incapable of withstanding a big-footed yearling who's a little lacking in spacial awareness
Last ever picture of said boots, right besides the sizeable hoof that would prove to be their end
My farrier always says she has Shire horse feet!
