For the Jude Too Contest: Rusty & the Horseshoe

I'm owned by an 8-year-old purebred grade QH, and a 2 -year-old QHXTB, which I just acquired last month. I was picking my older horse's hooves in the barn after a trail ride last summer, when I got the jolt of my short life around horses. Our barn has what I call "wall boxes," boxes mounted on the box stall walls in the alleyway for brushes, combs, wraps, or whatever else anyone leaves in them. This day, someone had left a used horseshoe in the wall box. I was picking Rusty's near hind hoof, when the horse picked the horseshoe up with his teeth, and dropped it onto the concrete alleyway floor. Scared the living daylights out of the two of us! I jumped, Rusty yanked his hoof from my hand, and skittered into the wall of the box stall next to him. When my heart stopped pounding and my ears stopped ringing, I gently picked up the horseshoe and placed it in the recyle bin.