A side shot of the hoof showing the super velcro closure we used along the back instead of a zipper.
I don't remember why we did that, but it worked really well.

You can see along the side of a hoof a place where the friendly plastic had to be repaired. But that
was my own fault. After a convention I'd packed the hooves safely away, wrapped in towels, in my
suitcase, which I placed in the car...in the back on, what I think is called the rear shelf. Um, doh! In
sun. In heat. Beating down on suitcase. Friendly plastic triggered by heat.

When I opened the suitcase, it looked like Brundle fly had made a meal of my hoof. Or like someone
had poured acid on that poor creature's hoof! Agh! BOTH hooves!

When we got home, Ed took the heat gun to the hooves while I wore them and we reshaped them. But
they were never the same afterward. *sniff* I think the leather dye that we colored the hoof caps
with may have had something to do with that. Ah, well. Live and learn.

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