Ah, the ever popular combination of earth and water...
This season has seen it's fair share of rain, and it's result has been most unpleasant. I have found my dear equine legs encased in this foul concoction daily. If this situation does not subside, I undoubtedly will require hammer and chisel to find the fur. Now with regard to the hooves, that almost becomes a lesson in futility. As soon as one reaches the sole and frog area, and consequently banishes the unsightly combination of earth, moisture, and manure back to whence it came, you are only to find it has immediately regrouped and regained it's stronghold on it's new home.
If that does not add adventure to the day, then the trip out to gather up our mount has it's own unique rules of engagement... The should probably read as the Ten Commandments of the pasture..
I. Thou shall not walk too slowly (lest ye drown in an unspeakable manner)
II. Thou shall not walk too quickly (lest ye slip and fall to the delight of the pasture residents)
III. Thou shall not forget thy rubber boots (lest ye ruin thy best riding footware)
IV. Thou shall not covet thy neighbors dry pastures
V. Thou shall not turn hose on neighbors pastures (to enjoy them suffering
the same fate)
VI. Thou shall not yell, whistle or bellow thy horses name (in the belief that they would respond, and miss the comedic value or our personal mud bath, horses have a mutual agreement about this)
VII. Thou shall not stand at the gate in a foolish belief that if we wait long enough, it shall become a solid pathway (mud knows we will try that one..)
VIII. Thou shall remember next season to rotate pasture grazing, as to avoid the previous commandments
IX. Thou shall not concrete, asphalt or tar in any manner thy once pleasant grasslands in anger or retribution
X. Thou shall not place down, or attempt to change the footing with good rubber mats, in a vain attempt to remove the challenge of simple personal survival skills