The southern Colorado weather begins to change and as it does.... well the hair on our beloved animals begins to thicken and give then the appearance of something similar to a wooly caterpillar. The fun comes when the days suddenly turn warm and they instantaneously begin to shed it all back out.
As the once sleek coat, from hours of summer brushings begins to take on a thickness that promotes a "stand up" appearance of their coats and the adorable fuzziness sets in. Blizzard is not without his rounds of fuzzy to finely brushed during these next couple months.
Most recently, a seemingly subtle cold snap resulted in a heavy fuzziness that made him look like he had been in the pasture for weeks without a good currying. His love of the curry comb is only surpassed by his desire to rub his face against me as he tries to cleanse the hair from his face and scratch the itches that nothing else can seem to reach.
It now happens without fail that I will dress for a performance and our closeness will result in loving before we enter the arena. All the currying and soft brushing before hand will suddenly seem futile as he rubs his head into me for a hug and I become his facial scratching post. Coated in layers of now shedded hair, we enter the arena and I wonder quietly.... Can the whole world see the layers of white and brown hairs attached to my shirt, hat and chinks? (as I smile with pride that this precious animal could love me so much).
As the once sleek coat, from hours of summer brushings begins to take on a thickness that promotes a "stand up" appearance of their coats and the adorable fuzziness sets in. Blizzard is not without his rounds of fuzzy to finely brushed during these next couple months.
Most recently, a seemingly subtle cold snap resulted in a heavy fuzziness that made him look like he had been in the pasture for weeks without a good currying. His love of the curry comb is only surpassed by his desire to rub his face against me as he tries to cleanse the hair from his face and scratch the itches that nothing else can seem to reach.
It now happens without fail that I will dress for a performance and our closeness will result in loving before we enter the arena. All the currying and soft brushing before hand will suddenly seem futile as he rubs his head into me for a hug and I become his facial scratching post. Coated in layers of now shedded hair, we enter the arena and I wonder quietly.... Can the whole world see the layers of white and brown hairs attached to my shirt, hat and chinks? (as I smile with pride that this precious animal could love me so much).
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