A trip down the road with Naners two weeks after her shoes were pulled indicates I might not need boots for her. Fingers crossed. She's also the fattest she's been in the year I've owned her. She hasn't fence walked in more than a month.
Oliver continues to amuse me.
He only goes out with the big horses for maybe an hour, because even though that grass looks dead I can assure you, down at the roots, it is still green. And that little bit of green is holding onto a crap load of sugar.
The big horses used to have buckets on the ground too, but Oliver would nose Kokomo out of his food and share Naner's bucket with her. He really doesn't need their food, so I had to hang buckets for their dinners.
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