In January I sold a very special horse to a very special family. I had this horse for three years before coming to the conclusion that as much as I wanted him to be, he just wasn’t cut out for the sport of endurance. I found him an amazing home, at an awesome barn, with an awesome little girl to watch out for him. I saw him for the first time in flesh this past weekend, as the barn come down to a big horse show in my area. He looks amazing, and the bond he shares with that little girl is glaringly obvious. But I couldn’t help but feel a bit defeated looking at his feet. Those feet that I spent hours meticulously grooming, trimming, rasping, admiring. The feet that carried me almost 1000 AERC miles and countless hours on the trail.
Honestly, if having shoes on his feet is the worst thing that ever happens to him, I can rest easy because he is golden in his new home. It is just amazing to me that we can work for months and months to transition a previously shod horse to having functionally barefoot hooves, but it only takes a short time to erase all the hours spent getting them there.
This post is NOT about pointing fingers, making cruel statements or bashing anyone. It is purely a different view for those who have not had the opportunity to see many different horses in different disciplines, as well as for those of you who haven’t seen before and after shots. I also want to encourage people to look past the obvious shod hoof and see what could be with a little time.
~ Amanda Washington