She Cleans Up Well

There is nothing I appreciate more than a clean horse.  There is also nothing I hate more than bathing a horse!  It's a dirty job, but someone has to do it. 

Luckily the horses were up at the barn when I got home tonight.  Nothing like adding insult to injury if I would have had to go to the other end of the pasture to bring them up.  I thought briefly about fixing supper first -- another job that's right up there with bathing the horse -- but what the hell - why ruin the evening completely. 

It took over an hour to clean her from toe to head. 

"Did the bot flies have to choose this week to lay their eggs?"

"Where did she get that cut?"

"Why is her hair missing there?"

"Glad I don't get this black crap between MY boobs!"

"Great, a hoof flair!"

Nothing like being up close and personal and finding all the flaws!

"Ritz, go lay down!"

I was pretty happy with the finished product.  Braided her up to try to keep some of it clean.  Put on a blanket and a fly mask (they sure were pesky tonight!) and put her in the round pen that at the moment has more grass than sand. 

It's past my bedtime.  Getting up at o'dark hundred and hope to be heading out before 8:00 AM.  We should avoid most of the Omaha traffic that way. 

"Another tank of gas and back on the road again!"