I swear, I almost cried.
I spent last weekend, grooming Dodger, Norma, Gwen and Annie. All of them had beautiful manes and tails (which is very hard with Gwen’s curly Morgan tresses), perfect feet and pristine udders/sheaths… it was beautiful.
Now, in Grass Valley, a full grooming like this would have lasted quite a while. But here… well, it rained…and here, when it rains, there is clay and mud.
Hence the mudsters I have now.
I could almost weep. Except it isn’t that big of a deal. It’s like washing your car and then it rains. Or washing your car to go to Grandma’s and she lives on a dirt road … or making a beautiful cake – and then eating it.
I just thought I’d share – in case any of you did the same thing last weekend.
I took these photos last weekend. They had all been groomed and turned out into the large paddock. After running around for a bit (that is why poor Dodger is sweaty), they settled into some snacking!