It's that time again. Time to clip the pony yet again. I feel terrible plotting to strip him naked when the temps are about to drop another 15*, but he's been puffing a bit lately so it's got to go. Despite all of my clipping, he's got more hair than half the horses in the barn that have gone unclipped.
I don't know who hates clip day more, me or Theo. Actually, I think my boobs hate it the most. My bra is the most amazing hair trap and even with a rain coat zipped all the way up, torture. Horse hair garments used to be an act of penance. I understand that. Completely and intimately.