Remember the mohawk?
Here’s a pictorial of how that came about, and why I simply maintain it now:
There are dandelions in the pasture…she has no qualms about sticking her big fat head out the fence to eat the ones on the other side…maybe they’re yellower? 😉
It’s not like she’s stuck her head out and balanced on the edge of a precipice…its flat land for miles around…what’s the big deal, right?
Oh, but now Mama’s yelling…it’s the old standby-and she’s disappointed if I don’t yell at her…
That’s my special Girl.