You may recall that back in April I introduced Steele to the idea of Sheath Cleaning. With Irish I have only had to do this about once a year or so. He really is not that dirty. However, Steele is a different kettle of fish. He just seems to be, well, gunkier is the only word that springs to mind.
I had it in my plans to clean him the last week or so but the weather turned very cold and I put it off. Friday, however, was not bad and when I was grooming Steele I could see that he really did not look very presentable. So I warmed up some water and got to work.
You can imagine his surprise - he was in the cross ties minding his own business and enjoying a nice scratch when all of a sudden I got a bit 'personal'.
He tolerated it very well. A little dancing around but nothing too serious.
Irish stayed well away. Like in the farthest reach of the paddock, keeping an eye on me in case I had some ideas. "I'm fine here. Just focus on the young'un"
Only when I was done and put Steele into his stall, did Irish come down.
Irish: 'hey I smell eucalyptus'
Steele "don't ask"
Irish "all fresh and fragrant are we?"
Steele "leave me alone!"
Irish "I'm just having a bit of fun.
Steele "well it's not funny"
Irish "come on- walk around a bit"
Irish "I want to see if you squeak when you walk"
Me "okay, guys enough. Here, have your supper"
Today when I was riding Irish I happened to see Steele having a pee. When he saw me looking, he stopped and gave me a 'look'. "don't even think about it!'