There's something majestic about an 1,800-pound draft horse galloping across the pasture in the morning sun. From my office window this morning, I noticed Andy kicking up his heels and taking a good romp back and forth across the lush green pasture, his blond mane and tail streaming in the wind. Never mind that up close he looks kind of ratty--a big bald spot on the bridge of his nose from where the previous owner let the halter grow into his face or his unkempt hooves because he refuses to stand quietly to have them properly trimmed. He's blowing his winter coat right now, too, so there are huge patches of matted fuzz waiting to be rolled off as soon as he can find a rough, dry spot. When he first started shedding, I noticed a sizable yellow spot out in a dip in the pasture. It looked as if someone had dumped a load of sand. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be his rolling spot. Guess I'll break out the shedding blade and help him along.
Investing in my Craft
3 weeks ago