When You Just Can't

This weekend Stinker was having a case of the can'ts.  Relaxing was way too much for me to expect.  Walking was sporadic at best.  Right bend was cause for a meltdown.  So I got some mediocre work at best and gave up.  Instead he got a spa day.

I finally gave him a bath.  It took two scrubbings before he finally stoped turning all the soap brown.  His very yellow/brown socks ended up pretty white.  Not quite as good as I wanted but he still has skinned up spots from the kicking incidence so I didn't want to really scrub them.

I finally got around to trimming his tail (it was dragging on the ground) and his feathers.  I didn't bother with a bridle path because bonnets.  Also because his forelock is stupid short and needs all the help it can get.

Then I got my saddle and girth cleaned and conditioned.  So they are all shiny and prepped for the show this weekend.  I swear my horse knows to always forget how to horse right before a show.  Regardless of his mental state we will at least have a fabulous outfit to match our fabulous meltdown.