This is what Hub looked like when he greeted me last night. Muddy and broken! I said, "What happened?" and he responded, "I got pitched in the mud!" Duh! I guess he was trying to get a filly (imagine that) to walk into a mud puddle (and forgot to put his snorkle on) and she threw a fit bucking and rearing and pretty much told Hub that she didn't want to get her feet muddy. Hub's boots were already on the way out but I'm not quite sure how he managed to rip both heels off. At any rate, I threw them in the trash last night! This man doesn't fall off horses, people. For him to be thrown off, it must have been quite a show. I wish I could have seen it, but I'm glad I wasn't there. Pippa apparently watched the whole thing and told me it was pretty darn funny (but she was glad that Dad was OK) and didn't know what was better, watching Hub get bucked off or finding a dead cow.