Chubs, the Little Horse

Hey friends, it’s Chubs again.

Let me tell you, things have gotten… interesting in the hoof department.

The farrier came out recently, and I could tell right away something was different. There was talk of “new technology” and “special support” and “they kind of look like Robo-Cop shoes.” That last one came from my girl’s mom. I have no idea who Robo-Cop is, but based on how she said it, I’m guessing he was part horse, part superhero, and part tap-dancer.

Anyway, they strapped these new contraptions onto my hooves, and suddenly I had Freedom Shoes. That’s their realname—Freedom Shoes. Which is actually kind of poetic, if you ask me. They’re supposed to help my feet feel better and give me the freedom to keep doing the things I love: trail rides, pasture walks, pretending I’m faster than Finnick. You know, the usual.

And hey—so far? They work.
My feet don’t hurt nearly as much. I can stand more comfortably. Walk a little lighter. I’m not saying I’m floating through the pasture, but I might be gliding just a tiny bit.

Now, are they weird?
Yes.
Especially on pavement. I sound like a tiny knight clanking down a hallway. I took a few steps and actually stopped to look behind me because I thought someone was following me. (Spoiler: it was me.)

The farrier says I only have to wear them for a few months. Then, once everything is stabilized and my hooves stop being dramatic, I can go back to my regular shoes and pads. So this is temporary. Just a season. A clanky, slightly robotic season of recovery.

But hey—if weird shoes mean I get to keep going on adventures with my little girl, keep walking without pain, and keep outrunning Finnick on the good days…
Then Robo-Cop me up, baby.

Wish me luck. I’m still figuring out the whole “Freedom Shoes” thing. But I’m grateful for hoomans who care, farriers who problem-solve, and the fact that none of this involves dressing up like an actual robot.

Yet.