Mo has a fungus on his hindquarter and I bring him in for a woolwash bath. It's a hot day. The perfect time to do it. Sabina and Tornado are milling around as I apply the white foam liberally at the hitching rail. Time to rinse off. I stretch the hose to the hitching rail and start hosing Mo down.
"Mama! Look at Bess!", calls out Sabina, as the bay horse casually strolls over for a shower, having broken through the tape fence. She stands behind Mo and exposes parts of her body to the hose. Then she faces the spray and chomps at the water droplets.
Dingo's lesson with Ron
7 years ago
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