Because life with horses is never orderly.
He’s not conceited, just convinced of his greatness. Though I can only guess as to what goes on inside his Highness’ fuzzy little head, I would wager that it’s probably something like the above scenario. After all it’s pretty clear that he’s quite impressed with himself.
Despite me telling Woody it would be in his best interests not to antagonize the large, black beast that lives beside him, he just can’t seem to help himself. After watching Flirt pick him up by the rump of his blanket the other day, I thought Woody might actually give in but no such luck yet. Here’s to hoping these two don’t maim each other with their shenanigans…My money is on Wood though, he’s a sneaky little crank.
Yes, I really am nerdy enough that I would indeed do this. Because nothing says scary like an angry, cross-dressed pony wearing cinnamon buns on his head. Well, except maybe a groan worthy play on words to accompany it.
Despite telling myself I wasn’t going to clip Flirt — in order to save myself the potential death and dismemberment that may ensue once the temperature drops significantly and he gets a cool breeze under his tail — I just couldn’t take his fuzziness&d As a sort of compromise I decided to try a trace clip; in theory he’d be less fuzzy but he also wouldn’t get as much of a chill&d (As an added bonus I also wouldn’t have to clip as much&d) Having never done a trace clip and only really having a vague idea what one looked like&c I decided to Google it for a picture&d This resulted in a plethora of ‘trace clip’ pictures but no discernible pattern that might hint at which photo actually showed a correct clip. At this point I figured it probably didn’t matter, said screw it, and made up my own…While it went well enough, I did fail to consider the amount of thought involved in getting the damn thing even. The final results are somewhat sketchy but he has finally stopped hiding in shame from the other horses so overall I count it as a success.