After not getting a single piece of mail all week--not even junk mail--I was pretty sure the postal service had once again gone on strike on just my house. That would have been a bummer because I was expecting Modern Family to show up and my door, and more importantly my freshly sharpened clipper blades. But finally! Today they came!
|best barn helpers.|
that would be mags eating pig's leg, by the way.
I scrubbed the MTG off of Bobby's rump and got to work. I flew through his first side, then let my clippers have a nice rest as I pulled his mane, fed out the rest of the apples I'd brought last week so I could take my crate home, and cleaned up what hair I'd accumulated so far.
|it's okay. you can just die of cuteness overload right now. no one will blame you.|
I got Bobby re-positioned and switched my clippers back on. They gave me one clean stroke before starting to groan and sloooowwwwllllyyy stttooooppp woooorrrkkkkinnnngg. I was like, "NO!" And then I was like, "FUCKING FUCK STUPID FUCKING QUITTERS!"
So I gave them another little break because these poor things are probably older than I am. Usually I can rip off a clip fast enough that they don't overheat, but I guess that wasn't the case today. I finally tried again and, despite operating on about half power, I managed to get the front half of Bobby finished before they gave me the final salute. Fortunately, BO let me borrow her body clippers to finish up so I didn't have to sit around for three hours for my clippers to revive themselves.
Bobby got a soapy bath afterwards to wash off all the itchy hair, and then got tucked into his cooler to roast in the sun and dry a bit while I picked up my shit.
|he loves bath time. obviously.|
I exchanged the cooler for his scrim and took him for a graze to finish drying.
|okay, so it might be slightly too small for him|
|but it was free so i'll take it.|
Thirty minutes later he got tick repellent smeared on all points of his body and his turnout sheet strapped on.
|"there are horsies out there! i've never seen those before!"|
(also, he never fails to look anorexic when i try to take pictures of him. i assure you he's not.)
|"oh. did you want something?"|
This weekend we do some real work again! Yay!