It’s that time of year when I am about to get body clipped. I enjoy a good shave. It’s much more comfortable to work out in winter if I have less hair. Currently, it’s also quite hot during the day, and losing the fur coat would be a relief. However, I have a problem.
Her name is Jane.
This is my butt after being clipped last winter:
I was a gentleman. She IS basically twelve. I was her new pony. She wanted hearts. I got hearts. I consider myself lucky she did not want pink hearts.
It’s a year later. Honestly, we should be over the New Pony stage of ownership.
Jane has not progressed. She still hangs on me, tells me all her angst (Not. Listening.) and is obsessive about grooming. Fine. I am dealing.
I heard her talking to Bella yesterday about body clipping, they were trying to decide which “Tatts” to put on Dinero and myself. I’m good with tattoos, they make a dude look cool.
Jane said, “Oh…I don’t know…I’m still attached to the hearts. I can’t think of anything I like better?”
HELP. I don’t think I could cope with another year of hearts on my butt. You have no idea what it’s like around the other geldings. Especially if I attend roping practice. Dressage geldings appear to be somewhat….Meterosexual…in their masculinity, and put up with quite a bit of flowery crap.
Cow horses are a macho bunch. I went from being The Super Star roping horse to The Horse with Hearts. Oh, they all understand “New Pony” issues. But, um, their humans progress, and move on. Unlike mine.
Save me. Please.