They had a farrier come Saturday to trim Wrig's feet. Now she's lame and her back feet aren't trimmed. They had a battle. This is not how I hoped her start would be. However, when you buy an older horse you never know what treatment they've received in their past. Here's hoping Wrigley is a forgiving girl. She's practical, she'll be fine.
GOAL: none.
So, I went out to see her and to handle her. Given her sore feet, we didn't do much, so I just groomed her and messed with her feet a bunch. She'll be tranquilized this weekend for the farrier, but a little handling will certainly benefit her.
Wrigley's main mode of objection to a request is to back up. She will back right into and through a fence. She just crams her ass against it and keeps on pushing. Her only other option is up or forward. The pen we were in was not only "not round" but it had about 6 corners in it due to the funky layout of the fence. I hate corners. Wrigley likes them.
Wrigley is nervous because she's new. I'm nervous because I'm old. Wrigley is practical, I try. She successfully longed two directions, I picked up her feet repeatedly (briefly), and we chilled. This is progress.
Next goal: more foot work. She'll get better with her hind legs.
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