Because life with horses is never orderly.
Do I *look* like I wanna do anything with snow?
Um, no. In no uncertain terms. Ever. Even though it’s only January, I have fully reached my limit regarding my tolerance for winter. 🙁 If it had a face, I probably would take just a little too much glee from melting it. 😡
Because who doesn’t love frozen mud?
As if the cold and snow weren’t awful enough. Not that I am complaining about the warmer days mind you, just noting that I could do without the resulting mudslides. 😉
AKA You know it’s time to move back south when…
No matter how much I resist, kick, scream, and complain, somehow winter still comes. Jerk. It’s only just December but I can fully assure you I am ready for June. I seriously think next year I need to plan on a month in Florida (so any of you down near Wellington hit me up!) 😉
Worthless. Totally worthless.
This is the time of year when you might as well just live out of your car since there’s no way you could actually, intelligently dress for the day. 😉
…he has a point.
Although I’d like to think my beasts understand why I have shorn their yak pelts this last week, I’m fairly certain they just think I’m a sadistic monster bent on making them miserably frozen. At least Woody believes this. Will is busy regrowing his glorious yakness and Stormy hasn’t noticed he’s naked yet. 😉
A fresh Hell indeed.
Also synonymous with “death wish.” Seriously (my youngster is actively trying to kill me each ride* I’m silly enough to try). Just as seriously, I am entirely DONE with winter. Over it. The next person to tell me how beautiful the snow is is getting a shirt full of it.
At least this one is.
I feel like this is what my horse is saying to me every time I go to throw yet another blanket on him. Of course I’m fairly certain that nine times out of ten I blanket him according to how cold I feel instead of what’s likely more appropriate for a 1200lb hairball. This tendency is of course exacerbated by the fact that I’m from Florida (a land free of this Winter bogusness) and think anything below 70 is uncivilized.
Poor schmuck has every right to buck me off when I have him running around naked at 7 a.m. in the 15 degree weather.
So as much as I loathe body clipping, I agree that for working horses it’s somewhat of a necessity (especially for mine that grow coats like yaks). However, that still doesn’t make me feel less awful when I first pull their blankets off to groom when it’s freezing out.