Because life with horses is never orderly.
You poor soul.
This is especially true if you have an early morning ride. And as an added bonus, those pee stains aren’t going to wash out without a full on, purple soap kinda scrubbing. Then you also get the joy of riding and showing a shivering, damp, sullen horse. 😉
Admittedly another variant on white girl problems.
Having just arrived from our first show of the year, AND the first show The Paintlet has attended in a year or two, I have been acutely reminded of the pains involved in keeping the white or grey horse presentable. Despite 14 baths over a three day period, and the fact that I think my fingers are permanently dyed purple, The Paintlet still managed to find new and unique ways to make himself some shade of yellow, green, or brown. A less stubborn (more intelligent?) individual than myself might have actually given in, but I persevered and managed to keep him a marginally presentable ‘dull beige.’ 😉
I suppose he is a paint after all.
Being a creator of weird art myself I suppose I have to concede that he has a point. I don’t, however, have to like his ‘art.’ For those of you that compete with white horses, you have my utmost sympathy.