Mac, in his boots, is doing so well that he is off Bute completely now. We had just under a half inch of rain from before dawn to early afternoon Monday, and Illusion went out and became disgusting mess (black clay mud on a faded-out palomino coat...) He looks so pretty when he's not making a pig (in the literal sense of wallowing in muck) of himself.
The farrier came and trimmed Mac's back hoofs, which he couldn't do last week because Mac could not bear weight on both fronts. Now it's not a problem. He is bored in the small pen and wants out but he's still on exercise restriction.