Ah yes, with winter comes the "how-quickly-can-I-destroy-my-blankets-and-make-mom-go-broke" game. It's a seasonal favorite among my boys.
I'll waterproof them!
I had to learn to sew. Everybody has one set of nice blankets to go out in public with... The other has so many patches and replaced buckles it's unrecognizable.
In 1972 my mother bought Cheyenne, age 29, a red blanket. He hated it. Bit it, pulled at it, kicked his foot into the belly straps. My mother then bought Cheyenne a yellow horse blanket. He loved it and strutted it around proudly. Cheyenne lived to be 42 1/2 years old. I have pictures to prove it.
...at least it has a warranty?
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