But My Knee....
Scott arrived late Friday afternoon to shoe the Boys. All was well. I, of course, was obligated to spend most of the visit playing "fetch" with Scott's border collie, Mick. He managed to find most of his toys around the yard and dutifully brought me a new one when he was finished with a wet soggy one. Fun.
Scott had a new assistant with him, a graduate of the Kentucky horseshoeing school. He pulled Toby's shoes and did the finishing clinching on Tuck's and Toby's shoes, but Scott does all the trimming, fitting, and actual shoeing. Scott is very particular about my Boys' shoes and is meticulous about the fit and angle.
We had some good conversations in between hammering and fetching so it was a good visit. Then I had to rush off to a campaign meeting and a "meet the candidates" coffee. I was there till quite late, but we had a good turnout of twenty or so people who had some good questions which we, I am told, answered quite well.
Somewhere along the way, I tweaked something in my left knee--again. Some steps are OK, and then I must just take a bad one and the pain just shoots up my leg! We are talking "almost enough to make you scream" pain here. I do hope this is not the harbinger of the knee replacement event I have been trying to avoid. Yuck.
I will try to ride a little the next chance I get--maybe today--mostly to see if I can. My barometer of the day I needed to start serious thinking about TKR was when I could no longer ride. Not being able to walk? A minor inconvenience. Not being able to ride. Disaster.
Bummer. And here I am with three shod, sound horses too. *sigh*