An account of what happened to one horse owner who read Imke Spilker and how it unraveled everything she thought she knew but gave her something better in its place. And a little bit about hoof-trimming.
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Monday, June 14, 2010
This morning, Bridget and Rose were grooming each other.
Later, at breakfast, Bridget chased Chloe away from their shared pile of food, and I had to give Chloe her own.