In which "Clipping the Dragon" sounds more exciting than it really is
Katie and Hannah came over this morning to "help" me clip the Dragon so she can stay cooler during our early-spring training rides.
|The Beauty-School Dream Team|
If you were reading this blog last year at this time, you will understand why I need help. I am terrible at clipping! If you weren't, HERE is the ugly proof that I did right by staying out of cosmetology school. Suffice to say, I didn't do much clipping today...and thus, my horse doesn't appear to have been chewed by rats.
|I hand over a cookie, and Katie gets right to work.|
The beauty of having a dark brown horse in the Swamplands is that she doesn't show the dirt. The downside is that the dirt is still there, it's just harder to find...unril you run clipper blades over it.
|As nasty as Fiddle can be with her hindquarters in some circumstances, |
when she's being groomed and clipped she stands absolutely still
to allow her "staff" do the necessary work.
|Dobbie Goat Gruff, wondering if he's next|
|Hana, wondering if she is next. She hates the clippers. |
Fortunately, she's not working hard enough right now to need a clip-job.
|Hana's new Facebook portrait|
|Hana (left) and Hannah (right)|
Home on the Range ride at the end of March. Meantime, Fiddle's bum can look cool and enigmatic.
|Much tidier...and cooler!|
Looking good, feeling fine. Ready for some fun!
Life is good.