Really, Black Horse? Really?!?

Remember the mohawk?

Here’s a pictorial of how that came about, and why I simply maintain it now:

Eating dandelions

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?

Nom, nom, nom…dandys!

Oh, but now Mama’s yelling…it’s the old standby-and she’s disappointed if I don’t yell at her…

Get your big fat f***ing head…

Back inside that fence or I’m going to…

Kick your giant f***ing ass all the way to your giant f***ing ears!!!

Oh, the smug satisfaction of Mama yelling at her…she loves every second of it.

That’s my special Girl.