An Exercise in Futility

Alternate title:
My Fifteen Seconds of Clean

Poco is usually the better behaved
for grooming — and grooming only.

Today he fidgeted, fussed, danced,
and was otherwise a royal pain in the patooty.

It finally dawned on me:
I usually tie them together.
One waits while the other gets clean.
I did Poco separately first,
because the morning was a little cool
for my Fair-Weather Pony.

Jaz aka Mr. Prissy Feet
took off as soon as he realized
water was involved.
When he made his reappearance known,
Poco settled down.

My angst-ridden, herd-bound
wienie boy before shaking.

BTW, thanks to Linda over at the 7MSN
for the nifty new quick-release knot.
It took me awhile to learn it,
but I like it better than
the one I had been using.
The knot pictured doesn't have
the second 'safety'.
It will next time, since it took Poco
no time at all to figure out how to undo it.

After shaking

I spy with my Appy eye.

Wrinkledy crinkledy speckledy muzzledy.
His cup overflows with characteristics.

Silly me
thought I'd walk him until he dried off a bit.
After vainly attempting to dissuade him
by pulling his head up,
I surrendered to the inevitable.

While Pokey was rolling, I caught Jaz.
Look how huge Poco's halter is on him.

Not a fan of baths,
Jaz was still the better behaved today.

Another sign of Spring:
Jaz gets flea-specked.

When I untied him,
he took about 3 steps before
my good work was undone.
I couldn't even grab my camera fast enough.

Sheez, why bother?