Sadly, Smokey lost his battle with founder this winter. He was approximately 30 years old and will be missed dearly.
I came from a nice farm where I got to be turned out on luscious green grass. Sometimes too much of a good thing can turn into a bad thing, and getting all that rich grass made my feet hurt really bad. Consequently, my owner realized I needed to stop living the good life and get a job. So here I am. My feet are now happy and I am working in pony camp. I still get turned out but only in sand arenas with my Rocky River pony pals.