Why do horses always find a way to make us go to plan B, or C?
Guys, my horse is going to be the death of me, or more accurately, the death of herself. You know how Savvy needed to be separated because she just wouldn’t leave Meyla alone and ended up constantly getting kicked and injured? Well, separation is not a success. It seems at night for whatever reason she tries desperately to get back to Shiraz and Meyla’s side of the fence.
|Spotted pony has a few spots that don't belong.|
|New self-inflicted wounds trying to get through a fence.|
Regardless of cause, wonder pony continues to get injured, making the whole point of separation moot. So back together they all go and I will have to try plan B which is nighttime shipping boots on her back legs.
When Meyla kicks, she is like a big old truck. She pins her ears and slowly starts to turn and aim that big old ass. You can almost hear the ‘beep, beep, beep’ as she backs in for the kick. So much warning time is given, but Savvy is so stubborn she just gets right in there and tries to kick back. Iceland must be one harsh place because an Icelandic’s coat is no joke. Her legs are covered with over 2 inches of hair and she just doesn’t get hurt. Savvy, on the other hand gets a lot of damage. Most of her cuts and scrapes are on her back legs, so perhaps shipping boots will help prevent some of these injuries?
|So. much. hair.|
|Manitoba winter approved.|
For now, it is back to a herd of three. Horses. No, not horses, SAVVY. Man is she ever lucky I love her.