Chicken feet redux

A couple years ago, Facebook showed me an ad for horse chicken feet.

I bought a pair, put them on Olive - who was deeply unimpressed - and shared the photos online.

After the photo shoot, I put them in the costumes tub in my tack room and forgot about them.

The same can not be said for my former co-worker, Betsy. I ran into her at a party earlier this month, and she could not stop talking about the chicken feet. I told her that just for her, I would dig them out and put them on Sage. 

So that was one of this week's projects.

Sage spent most of the summer wearing fly boots, so I didn't think this would be an issue.

I was right.

She really didn't care at all.

Of course, eventually she got bored with them.

This happened a lot with the fly boots, too.

If you take them off your legs, you have to wear them on your head.

She still doesn't care!

Good girl, Sage. I know Betsy's going to love these pictures!