Those with white (or gray) horses know the struggle. You clean them up, brush them, and when they go out, they roll. Well my mostly white paint boy LOVES his mud. Loves it! Loves it! We’ve had pretty steady rain about every three days here, so yeah, let’s just say the whole place is mud. What are we raising? MUD. We’re raising mud.

I went out to feed the horses the other afternoon and groaned. My white boy was BLACK. Muddy from the tips of his fluffy cute ears to his tail. These pictures do not show the extent of the dirt. I smiled, because mom used to always get so upset when he got muddy. He’s a horse mom. Mud is his jam.

 

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