So, my horse….has been living a relatively worry free life since May.  He has even started coming to me when i call him again…a sure sign that he no longer fears that i am going to tack him up and make him run around and jump things.  I went out to the barn yesterday to move my stuff into my new tack box, and took some apples that Jay and I weren't going to eat.  So he is happily slobbering away, and Jason points out his feet. "whats wrong with his feet Court? they look weird"  I look down…and no longer do they look like perfectly round, well manicured dinner plates, but now form some chipped, cracked triangle of sorts.  It looks like Calvin got tired of waiting for me and did his own farrier work…ripping both of his shoes and significant chunks of his hooves along with them right off his feet.  The foot doctor is coming out next week- hopefully he can salvage them for Calvins sake.