My mother bought me a pony and a hoof rasp when I was 12 years old. The pony was because it would complete my life, the rasp because she was unsatisfied with the farrier man-handling my poor pony.
Can I just say thank heavens that pony had excellent feet and was endurance-fit from all the hours I spent on his back riding over varied terrain, mainly bitumen. It could have been a disaster.
I am now 28 years old and am obsessed with horse feet. I only have a handful of client horses to keep in good shape at the moment (mostly due to my full time job taking up most of my time) but I hope to expand that in the coming years.
Here will be postings about everything hoof related that takes my fancy, along with my case studies and thoughts.
I also co-author a blog with my sister about the chronicles of our two barefoot crazy mares. Follow me there to read about me falling off on a regular basis.
