Today was stinking hot- in the 30's. Add in the humidity and it really was too hot to do anything strenuous.
I am sure that my American friends are laughing hysterically at the sweltering Canadian.. but I digress.
I am taking Irish away for the upcoming weekend. A few dressage lovers are getting together for a fun time with the horses. Of course I can't take him dirty so he needs a bath. And since he's getting a bath, I decided that it was time for Steele and I to pass that hurdle. I am not sure if he's ever had a bath but I have been getting him used to the hose.
When I came in the house to change for this endeavour I went to say hi to my husband. He said that he was bored.
Not to let the grass grow under my feet, I said in my most sprightly voice "Do you want to help me bathe the horses?"
And because he's so innocent he said 'sure'.
I got the hose and suds ready and Ed put the halter on Steele and brought him outside. Steele is funny with the hose: some dancing around and then stock still. It's like he's saying: 'oh-oh-oh, stop it, it tickles' and then 'ahh but it feels nice there'. However, every time it's a bit better and he's getting the picture that I want him to stand still.
Then it was time for the suds. He quite liked that part- except for the tail washing- he wasn't too keen on that. In no time he was washed and rinsed and enjoying the breeze.
Irish of course was easy. He's had so many baths that he knows the drill. He even enjoys them.
And of course you need to see the shiny, squeaky clean horses. The Border Collie is a bonus.
Doesn't Irish look good?
Before I enticed them out to the field for the Photo Shoot they seemed a bit cautious: