Yeah, you read that right. I have not bathed my horse all summer. I am the worst.
I have scrubbed off some canon crud, and cleaned his sheath. I've diligently detangled his mane and tail when they got really bad. But...no bath at all.
I hoped to do it this past Monday, but our temps are officially into fall. Unless we get a whopper of an indian summer in the next few weeks, it's just not going to happen.
On the other hand, my horse looks like a ragamuffin. Good grief.
Not even a hint at a bridle path. Sigh.
So instead of giving him a bath, I finally decided to do at least a small something: reclaim his bridle path.
Apparently I did a really, really good job getting him used to the clippers last year when I did a bib clip for the first time, because as soon as I turned them on he started mugging me for treats. GOOD PONY!
Ahhhhhhh, much better. I chose to make it a little more narrow this time around; the last few I've been less than thrilled with the wide swath that I took.