I can’t stand looking at these two anymore. What the hell were they thinking? Did they roll in that mud thinking it would help their skin tone?Their complexions? Keep the flies off?? ummm, just no.
Horses are pigs. There I said it. Tate waits to come into a clean stall to pee and poops more than any horse on the planet (seriously he will have up to 10 piles in there in the am) and he churns it all around because he has to spin to see what is outside oh every 8 seconds or so (What is it that Tate thinks? DO I HEAR A COYOTE? A BIRD? A PLANE? OMG HELP ME REMUS spin spin spin). LIKE CALM DOWN PONY. Then he does the mud bog treatment. I just can’t deal.
And Remus is neater in the stall but I think he sneaks over to pee and poop in Tate’s stall at night. I would not doubt it for a second. #Sneakyassqhgelding
BUT GOODNESS THE MUD. I can’t even scrape it off yet because it gets sunny for ten minutes then the rain comes again. And the flies love the mud so I feel like telling them both they got what they asked for. Idiots.
Is your horse a pig? Does he do spa day on his own? IS there a hazmat suit big enough to cover Remus in totality? Inquiring minds wanna know! HA
Also my horse is a creeper. Or a stalker. You name it. This is what I saw when I looked out the kitchen window while cooking dinner Monday night. Fat Buckskin is going on a diet and soon. But he stalks me. I am waiting for him to come bang on the front door. He is just biding his time for his invitation inside the house. Not with all that damn mud on him. UGH