Today my farrier knocked on the door and told me that he had shooed my horse. A few minutes later I noticed that Bridger was moping around and I asked him what was wrong. This was his reply, " Mom, I don't like that guy. He said he shoot the horse." He was relieved to find that Sunny was alive and well and just sporting shiny new shoes.
Posted in: on Tuesday, August 31, 2010 at at 11:26 AM
