Cowboy Clean-up Day

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    Life with Horses - Cowboy Clean-Up DayYou probably see the title and think I went on some bizarre Extreme Makeover, lassoing all the cowboys in town and forcing them into a bath and a shave. Nope. The cowboy I’m referring to is the creamy palomino youngster that is the offspring of my mother’s Trakehner-Oldenburg mare. I like to think that my sister Jill “enabled” my mother to breed the mare—nicknamed April—although I do take some responsibility for caving in at the last second, giving my blessing so long as April was bred to a stallion that wasn’t too huge or too warmbloody. In other words, the resulting foal needed to be something that would (hopefully) be an all-around, useful riding horse. It needn’t be a sport horse. It just needed to be a decent…. horse. And thus we ended up with Cowboy, whose daddy was a cremello AQHA all-around stallion from the much-ballyhooed Zippo Pine Bar line.

    Unfortunately, Cowboy lost his cuteness and descended into the Yearling Uglies this spring. Ugh. I could hardly bear to look at him. He was all legs and angular joints, and his neck suddenly seemed to be sprouting straight up in the air like a flagpole.

    Then something happened. He began to transform. He put on a little weight and his outline softened. His head and neck began to fit his body. His butt got rounder. Jill and I looked at Cowboy and didn’t recoil in despair. There might be hope, after all! Thus we decided to put some effort into cleaning up Cowboy.

    Life with Horses - Cowboy Clean-Up DayI started with the mane. Once it was brushed out, it became evident that Cowboy had perfected the art of growing hair. His mane was a lovely, platinum blond. For a moment I considered all the beautiful horse hair bracelets his mane might make if only allowed to grow a little longer. Oh, the crafters would go crazy with gobs of his creamy-white mane!

    But then that thought passed and I whacked most of it into a blunt cut with a pair of scissors.

    With his mane about six-inches long, I started in with what Jill and I call the Mane Blade Thingy. It looks like a pocket knife, but it’s actually has a rounded tip and a serrated edge, much like a hefty clipper blade. It’s great for shortening a mane without actually yanking out the hair. Plus it leaves a nice, natural, blended look to the ends of the hair. No one would ever know that I cheated by cutting off a bunch of mane with the scissors.

    Life with Horses - Cowboy Clean-Up DayAfter Jill and I “convinced” Cowboy that yes, indeed, he did want to have his whiskers clipped (it’s been a while since his last shave, so I can’t blame him for his initial objection), we stood back and admired him. Wow! What a difference a little bit of cosmetic attention makes! Who knew that an attractive young fellow lurked beneath all that hair? Maybe Cowboy will end up as an all-around, open show competition horse just like his dad, after all.

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    1. You know Cindy, you’re right. That horse is not what you guys need right now. No use wasting all that horse feed on a good for nuthin yearling… I’ll take him! 😉 In that last photo he seems to be saying “I’m tired of being in CA, this Cowboy wants to live in the volunteer state”.

    2. I have western horses, so personally I love a long pretty mane and tail. But Cowboy is still a cutie without it. 🙂 I just had to cut off my 3 year old colt’s mane because he rubbed it on something. Grrr.. And I was just bragging on how pretty it was, as it hung a good 6 inches below his neck, and way down his face and shoulder. Shoulda known better!!! Lol. I’m with Erin, I’ll take him!

    3. Step away from Cowboy, all you blog-readers! Jill, Cindy’s sister in. This lovely young gelding is one sweet boy, and as I am fond of telling people, he’s my “old lady dressage horse” … of course, I will have to explain this development to Topper the Wonder Horse, he who thinks there is nothing he cannot do….

    4. I think Cowboy is beautiful. When my boy gets all hairy in the winter I forget how pretty he really is. And then spring comes he surprises me again.

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