Thursday we were invited to some friends' house to watch them shoe one of their Clydesdales. The pair that our friends own are true working horses -- they are used in Jeff's logging business. So, understandably, it is very important that their feet be in top shape. The entire process can take four hours (removing old shoes, shaping new shoes, nailing new shoes on, filing hooves), but we only saw the last bit of the last shoe to be put on good ole Bonnie.
(Photo: Jeff readying a nail. Incidentally, this is the man about whom Miriam  said, "Oooh, I like that boy. He is SO. HANDSOME.")
The contraption that she's in is called a shoeing stock. It was handmade for them by the inventor. These horses are STRONG, and, according to Jeff, he would not have survived horse logging without the stock.
Afterwards, we were invited inside, where a teeny dog ("Princess") captured 2-year old Edee's heart. I think she is absolutely enthralled with the idea of a DOG! ("No, it's a puppy dog, not a kitty cat!") that is smaller than she is. She kept loving on her and offering her anything she could find as a present (Edee was doing this to the dog, not the other way around!). As we left, we told the kids, "Wasn't this fun? Say thank you!" Edee turned to the dog and said, "Thank you, puppy!"
Notice that there is very little snow on the ground. Later I'll post some pics of what happened that night. Gather the snow boots, everyone.