Horse shoes on pavement evoke memories of Mackinaw Island’s Main Street. The Island is a horse fanatic’s all-time favorite places to travel.
The horse to recreate those pleasant memories at the barn is Hunter. Hunter has four shoes. He came from a barn in Indiana which had extremely rocky soil. The boy can’t go out with anyone else until his shoes are pulled, so he’s in the run-in stall pasture until they’re pulled next week. The farrier will be here on Wednesday the 27th at noon to take care of his feet. Hunter can go play with the boys afterward.
The sticky, sweaty days are melting together. The hay adheres itself to every moist surface. It’s fairly disgusting. Poor Hunter, by himself, is sweating constantly because he’s always searching. Always curious. He wants to explore his world completely, and the movement in this weather is enough to make him sweat out every last ounce of water in his body.
With the purchase of their horse, Hunter, and the fact that they’re here so much, I have adopted two Minions and made them my cousins. Makenna and Caroline are now unofficially-officially related. Now I can tease them mercilessly. (I teased them with a smidge of mercy before, but now, nothing is holding me back.)