The Ponies Got New Feet Today!

Jackie and I have three little ponies. Many people would say they don't do anything productive

and I suppose if I were hard pressed I would have to agree. However they bring us a lot of joy and happiness. And for me they fill the huge void the absence of horses has left in my heart by enabling me to "play with" a miniature, more manageable version of the equine family. Each of the ponies came to us with their own set of physical issues and needs and it is an arrangement that works out well for us all. The ponies bring us happiness and in exchange we give them a home where they are loved and well taken care and God willing can live out the rest of their lives.

Part of taking care of them is having their hooves trimmed regularly and today was their bi-monthly trimming appointment. One of the local Amish men who lives just a couple of miles away takes care of their feet for us. He is a very nice young man and has a very gentle, quite way with the ponies. He is much taller than you would expect for a farrier and at times he is nearly standing on his head to get low enough to complete his job. Cisco, the biggest of our ponies and Hershey, the smallest, stand like little angels while Samuel is working on their feet. And then there is Chester.

From what I gather, Chester was a stud pony until shortly before he came to us, at which time he was gelded. FYI, for all of you who are not familiar with livestock lingo that means castrated. I was surprised when I was told of his previous occupation as he had always exhibited excellent manners and never acted one bit "study". He loves people and I have always thought his personality more like that of a puppy dog than anything else. That is until it's time to trim his feet. All it takes is one look at Samuel and you can see the horns popping out the top of his cute little head and the fight is on. Samuel doesn't get rattled and he and Jackie work closely together in order to get the job done. And get it done they do despite the fact that he seems to get worse instead of better each time. And as if on cue, the moment Samuel sets down the last newly trimmed hoof, the horns go back into his head and Chester reverts to his normal and very sweet disposition.

Now from the human perspective we would question Chester's need to constantly challenge and fight having his feet trimmed. After all each time the outcome is the same; he returns to the business at hand of eating, pooping and looking cute all with freshly trimmed hooves. You would think he would eventually put two and two together and come to the conclusion that it would be easier to just stand there and get it over with. But as we all know animals do think but just not the same as humans....or do they? Hmmm, now that I think about it, there may have been one or two occasions in my life when I have acted very much like Chester.

Until we meet here again, I pray God bless you and keep your loved ones safe.