The human ran around with some cooker wire a couple of months back, putting it on my back and bending it to my shape.
I had no idea what this was for, so I just humored her. The things I have to endure, seriously.
Next she measured my forehead.
Then across the back of my head.
*raise brow* What the hell?
Then she put the cooker wire on me and took pictures. O-M-G, what was she thinking! I was not going to stand still for this utterly disrespectful denigration of my field-cred. Alas…she made someone hold me so she could evidence this indignity.
Well. As I said, I had no idea. She kept muttering about “must make sure it fits right” and all that, but I didn’t think anything of it.
Apparently this was all in aid of my new gear. New saddle, new Jaquima, new bit hanger, new reins… you name it.
I have to admit, I look very handsome in it. It’s red, but she says it will go much darker once it’s been oiled a few times. What’s more, all that measuring of my back? The people who made my saddle put memory foam underneath. It’s very comfy and nothing pinches or rubs. The new bridle is still a bit stiff, but it looks very smart.
See for yourself:
It took 2 months to make and ship over, but I think it was worth it.
No other horse has it and well, it’s extremely comfortable because the tree it’s built on has been shaped to my measurements.
How about that, huh!
By the way, it was made in Colombia, where my ancestors lived.
(It’s still a bit embarrassing though. The red? Well…when I get sweaty, it rubs off a bit and I end up with orange spots.)
Oh, and in case you wonder — yes, those are new shoes again. Farrier came today and the human made me eat that horrible paste again.
Icky stuff, but yeah…I pretty much slept through the whole thing.