My husband, Kenny Weber, and I have long dreamed of moving our herd of horses to higher elevations with room to roam and ride year-round. Kenny has lived in southern Texas all his life, while I’m a relative newcomer, having arrived six years ago from comparatively balmy Arizona and California.
Enduring long Lone Star State summers with high heat and humidity has been hard on us all. I don’t tolerate the heat well, and several of our horses suffer from seasonal allergies, including pastern dermatitis, sweet itch and hives, along with bouts of white line disease, each a result of the vagaries of climate that swing from floods and mud to drought and dust. Our herd includes Tennessee Walkers, Missouri Foxtrotters, Arabians, a Morgan and, of course, Farley the rescue…