Shaving the Thelwell
|Who's the cutest naked pony?|
Unfortunately, we're now in that weird part of Mid-Atlantic winter where nights hover around freezing, but days can average in the 50s. This meant rides in the evenings were too warm for the ridiculous insulated parka Bast felt it necessary to sprout this year. The move to the new barn has meant access to the amazing indoor arena, where the temperatures are much warmer. This made for a very sweaty pony, and late nights waiting for him to dry enough to put away.
|Seriously. No one wants to wait for this soaking fur blanket to dry.|
|He was so muddy the water ran red with mud for at least 30 minutes.|
Now equipped with a set of new clipper blades and my clippers, I set to work.
|Behold the svelte beneath the fluff.|
|Dude. You're a TB, not a Thelwell.|
|The best boy!|
Fingers crossed this boy looks more filled out and glossy in a couple of months! For now, I can't say I'm too disappointed in him. He's still awfully handsome under all that hair.
|I mean. I'd buy him again. Wouldn't you?|