Don’t take your love to town…
Can’t help it, always seem to end up singing Kenny Roger’s “Ruby” at my silly girl.
It’s such a nonsensical song to relate to a horse, but it’s easy to sing along to and easy to hum while brushing her.
*The song itself it not nonsensical, only the relating of it to a horse, lest anyone think I don’t get what the song itself is about…
My poor girl is due for a tail trim.
She has a matt the size of my forearm right in the center.
I am very sad that I have to trim it out, but nothing I have tried has come close to untangling it.
Thankfully, it should grow out enough in time for summer bug season.
However, I need to wait until Hubby is home so that I can do it…
As much as I love her, and as much as I trust her, she is still Ruby.
Which means I may very well trim that matt out without a single issue whatsoever.
I may also get booted into next week for it.
And so, tomorrow when the wind is calm, and I have 2 sets of extra hands, I’ll groom my brazen hussy within and inch of her life and then pick up the scissors and trim that pretty tail of hers.
While trying not to cry or die.