Hello, Fall!

He’s just lucky I’ve outgrown my clipping designs on his ass phase. Well, mostly outgrown it…So it is now officially Fall. I know this not because of any calendar, but because Woody has transformed from a short, fat, QH into a short, fat, Wooly Mammoth. Said transformation is as inevitable and immutable as the stupidity of the local Wal-Martians I encounter when I’m masochistic enough to shop at Wal-Mart. Due to such, I’ve given up on the more refined ways of keeping a horse from growing a coat (lights with timers and various horsey clothing) and have resigned myself to shearing his wooly butt a few times each winter. I’m pretty sure he’s not a fan of his poodle cut, but I’m not a fan of his wool getting tangled around the girth and him being lathered after a 15 minute ride because he has 18″ of hair and it’s still 90+ degrees outside. As I have the bigger brain and the opposable thumbs, I get to make the call. Surprisingly, he’s yet to retaliate; probably out of fear that it might result in another cut to his already meager food rations.