Given Paj's past, I was a bit panicked when I saw this -
I emailed the photo to our farrier, who came ASAP. He reassured me that it isn't as bad as it looks, and we aren't headed back to Hoof Hell. Sometimes an owie is just an owie. He put an acrylic patch on it so that Paj doesn't catch it on anything and rip the shoe off.
Whew, I feel better. But I'll be darn glad when this grows out.
I started thinking about technology, and how handy it is to be able to take photos and email them, which of course made me think about what it must have been like before phones. Would you have to lead your horse to the village smithy? And there wouldn't be any acrylic patching either. And then I started thinking about vets and doctors in the old days. We have it easy.