It’s such a pleasure to trim Sleddale Rose Beauty’s hooves. After twenty-five years of life, this Fell Pony mare is an old hand at the chore, which makes my life as the trimmer so much easier.
Of course, I haven’t always felt this way. I remember the first time I trimmed Beauty’s hooves twelve years ago. It was a rude awakening to the meaning of ‘characteristic blue horn’ from the Fell Pony breed description. I appreciate good hard hooves from a using perspective, but for someone like me lacking in the upper-body-strength department, hard hooves can be challenging to trim. And then there is the ample circumference of a Sleddale hoof, too.
Now, of course, I know to choose the day for trimming wisely. I wait for plenty of ground humidity to soften that blue horn. And now Beauty and I are both old hands at the chore. I appreciate how quietly she stands and how willingly she offers her foot when asked. And she appreciates the treat that is offered when a foot is done. What a blessing it has been to share these twelve years with Beauty.
© Jenifer Morrissey, 2012