She is leaking severely out of both ends.
Sometimes, it seems the job of a farrier is just to put up with as much nastiness as possible. I do hate to complain, as I realize it could be so much worse. Everything has its ups and downs, but getting beat up and dealing with this stuff does get old.
This isn't even half of the story of why I feel a bit complainy right now. This past Saturday my shoeing rig broke down and now I need a new truck. I'm working out of the back of our van.
This is what I'm supposed to be shoeing out of.
Oh well. This isn't my first pain in the ass situation.