Showing posts with label My mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My mom. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Madison, Madison Let Down Your Tail. . .

Rapunzel has nothing on my mom's pony Madison. After I broke my wrist I could not keep up on her tail care. It was left in a braid, but got full of burrs. One of my goals this year is to actually get rid of all the burr dock. As you see her tail looked dreadful.














It took me two days, lots of careful combing, and bit of Main-N-Tail Detangler. After the first day I had managed to start to undo the braid and get the bottom half of her tail detangled. I banded the bottom half and pulled it up. I started off day two with this:





I sprayed the sections I was going to work on. Then groom the rest of her for a bit as I waited for it to dry. Then I held the tail and pull a few hairs out from the burrs with a comb, a few strands at a time. Finally an hour later I had this:














Now why would I go though all this when it is totally impractical and I could just thin the whole thing down to a normal looking tail? Well who hasn't wanted a real life "My Little Pony?" I have and so has my mom. It is her pony. So even though it is a major pain sometimes, I keep her tail looking like this just so I can take it down and let my mother enjoy looking at this tail. She gets such a kick out of it and when I say I want to cut it, she just sighs and says, "Oh okay." Well I don't have the heart. If it makes her happy what I can I do.

Today I have to wash her tail, which is another chore. Once I get it all washed and conditioned it goes back to the braid and bagged. Luckily the best tail care you can do is handle the tail very little.



I took one last photo of the braid before I put it up just to see how long it really is.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

Okay I know it is wordless. . . but this next one is just a little funny with some explaination. If you look my my mother's lips she is saying. . . "She." As in "She took my thumb!" Then if you looks at Abby's face it is just pure innocents. My mom was not actually hurt, just surprised. Abby didn't bite.
So as long as I have already added words already, I just want to say that my mom is an amazing woman. She loves horses as much as I do. She has always been my biggest supporter with horses. As I am sure many have you read, I go back and forth between wanting to sell and wanting to keep Abby. My mom actually adores Abby. Even if the only thing she can really do is watch her running in the pasture. She really does not want me to sell her. That top picture of my mom with her hand on Abby's nose has been elevated to one of my favorites.