Monday, February 21, 2011
I'm Dreaming of a White Mane - with Pippin's Rebuttal
Yuck! I think I'm going to have to take the boys to a car wash to get them clean! Our weather has been so cold I haven't been able to wash them, and their manes and tails are getting more and more disgusting. The stable across the street from our new house has a heated wash stall. I suppose they might notice if a strange Haflinger or two came by for a spa visit!
Just look at this mess....shudder!
Here is a shot from summer...before I gave Pippin a bath.
And I thought he was filthy then!
Here is the 'After' shot, before he was totally dry.
Our time in the sun will come. I will just have to be patient.
I bet the boys couldn't care two licks about whether their manes or tails are clean.
All they care about is their next meal...and please, have it there on time!
Hey, there, lady. That's me you're talking about. And, you are right. I don't give a fly's buzz about the color of my mane. In fact, if you were a bit more perceptive (mighty big word for a Haffie, huh?) you'd notice that in the 'clean' picture I'm hanging my head in shame! Oh, the humiliation! First you wash me and then you have the nerve to post it on the blog where EVERYONE can see.
And yeah, I do love my food, but I have to keep this marvelous hunk of horse body in top form, right? You do agree with me...right? Got it? I will keep staring at you until you acknowledge that I am correct!!!
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