I'm off the list for Christmas bonus this year from Falcor...
We had another great drive yesterday. It was awesome being able to drive him 2 days in a row! I remeasured him for the Cavello hoof boots that I have. They should be a size small but fit him really well in the sole. Unfortunately the top of the boots are really loose. I"m not sure what to do to counter that. Anyways, after wearing stack and pads for most of his life, it wasn't much to ask him to wear boots on his front feet. We worked in the field some and then up to the road. The idea is to be doing full 6 km conditioning drives by spring, so up we went, just to the closest neighbor's again. I'd asked him to trot some this time and Faclor was quite convinced that the road was for walking only. He'd trot just a few steps and then down to a walk again. So we walked most of the way to the neighbor, but I was more insistent for trot on the way home - which you'd THINK he'd WANT to do... nope, much prefer to walk. Once we got back to the home property, I turned him back into the field to continue to work rather than going down the driveway and being done. Oh my goodness! You'd think I was asking for his left leg. Bracing against the rein, resisting travelling anywhere that wasn't to the barn... Drama with a capital F! Fortunately all his opinions remained safe and we did finish with a nice walk back to the barn after a bit of trot work. He was sure puffing! What a different animal he is now. From "can't barely get him to walk he's got so much fire" to "come on buddy, let's get going!" and I love him.