Superbowl Sunday – too windy outside to stand up. But Shorty, the farrier, arrived right on time to trim the boys’ hooves. He spoke to our vet after the recent drama with Lyle, and I think we’re all on the same wavelength regarding how Lyle’s hooves should be managed. George had his second trimming and behaved very nicely, while Alan looked on with great interest. I had Shorty feed Alan lots of carrot pieces so Alan would start to view Shorty as a good guy, instead of the big hulk with the rasp who would one day make him stand on three feet.
Neighbor Katya called in the afternoon and said she really wanted to come over and watch the puppy bowl on Animal Planet with me and Smooch. So that’s what we did. Clearly, Smooch preferred to watch the puppies play and had no interest in the football game. But then along came the Budweiser commercial and we all pawsed to swoon over Hank the Clydesdale.
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