Trainer: "Hey, long time no see, are you riding tonight?"
Me: "Well I was going to, then I got here and realized that if I don't pull his mane before Friday, you won't let me ride in the Jean Luc Cornille clinic."
She laughed, because it's both funny and true. I mean...I wouldn't have let myself ride in the clinic like this either, let's be real:
|Uh, yeah. I have no excuses for this.|
So I hosed him and put two fans on him in the wash rack while I got to work. And ended up giving him a full bath and doing his tail too, because Nick's once again traveling for business (he's been working from home for the last seven months), so spending a long evening at the barn seemed like a good move.
|This is how we deal with 90F and 99.99999% humidity.|
|Much more socially acceptable.|
He had been a good boy standing for the bath and mane pulling, so I put him in his stall to comb out his tail, along with a ghetto stall guard so he could look at absolutely nothing to his heart's content. Which he loves to do: