When You Can't Stand it Any Longer

I'll admit that I fall somewhere down the middle when it comes to grooming. I don't use products and every brush in my arsenal every day. I also don't just swipe their backs and saddle up. My grooming routine could probably be classified as clinical. My daily grooming is really to check for hidden cuts or scrapes and to monitor my horses' general health.

Every once in a while though, my hidden beauty queen rears her head and insists that my boys are looking a little unkempt and scruffy. And then it's on.

Where did this hedge come from?

After repeatedly wrestling Speedy's bridle through the jungle of mane that seemed to spurt up overnight, I finally pulled out my clippers and took a little off the top. I just couldn't stand it a moment longer. And when I was done, all of 5 minutes later, I felt so much better. Why is it that something so satisfying takes me so much mental energy to accomplish?

Well now, that looks a lot better.

And of course, since I had the clippers out, a task that takes two minutes, Izzy's bit of a five o-clock shadow got cleaned up too.

A much smaller hedge.

For some reason though, trimming Izzy's bridle path isn't nearly as satisfying as doing Speedy's. It must have something to do with that Arabian neck and head.

Clean shaven.

Work has been really stressful this past month. Cleaning something up, even if it's just a bridle path, gives me at least a sense of being in control. Bring it on, October. My ducks are in a row.

Sometimes, it's the little things.