Girlie Girlie Foo Foo

I quickly cleaned up after letting the ponies out for the day. Put Smokie out for some sun and fun. The other three boys were in. Went off to coffee and had some nice family conversation. Talked to Dad. I have two mares paired up in a stall and the two babies are together in another stall. The ground work I was doing before we had our first hard freeze is still sitting there. I need at least 2 stalls up. The mares aren't fairing to well, both are pregnant and crabby right now. The babies are now on different feed rates. So I asked my Dad if we could try to thaw out the pile of class 5 sitting my way. He said we could try.

Well after much discussion about other things, I came home. Traded stallions out, so Cowboy went out for his session. Brought Smokie in. Realized it had been a week. So I thought I better get the gook out and re-do Smokie and Cowboy's mane and tails.

Now please realize, they are a 5 year old and a 2 year old. The 5 year old has pretty much settled into his role on the farm and is pretty happy. The 2 year old is his father's son, a pain in the pitukus-- he's just as smart as his Daddy. Has to be doing something all the time.

When I got all the gook put together, including a new brush, new cloth, new leave in conditioner, etc., it was time to switch Shiner out with Cowboy. And of course the game was on. Smokie and Cowboy think its fine to be next to each other right now. There's no competition for mares, only for my attention. So they freely play across the gates, through the divider, etc. It's like two men given the keys to Grave Digger and Bigfoot and a fresh pile of dirt on a football floor.

I started with Smokie, squirted his mane with conditioner, took out all the snarls and splashed his face with a little conditioner. I thought, 'hmmm, I sure would like to get his forelock and bridle path cleaned up better.' So I took out the clippers and sure enough, he let me do forelock and bridlepath without fuss. GO Smokie! Hmmm. On the other side of the fence is Cowboy watching, his head careened around the corner of the stall divider. Okay an audience, doesn't phase me. Then I pull out the new, leave in conditioner. It smells like girlie girlie foo foo flowers. The first thing Smokie did was a double take. I could just see it, 'What the--you wanna do what with that, smelly, swanky, girlie girlie foo foo-- stuff?!' I got the duck and run. well he couldn't go too far, he was tied.

Okay, so out of the corner of my eye I see Cowboy chuckling at my pure black pony who now smells like girlie girlie foo foo flowers. His head bobbing up and down, mane and forelock flying in syncopatic rhythm.

Aha! I thought, you are next.

I brush Smokie out and then do his tail. Of course, the last thing I put in is the girlie, girlie foo foo smelling stuff. So now I have a pure black pony who smells like pink foo foo flowers. Oh the drama of it all!

So, then my Dad shows up with his bobcat. We go into the area that I need to move the class 5. We get the first 5 foot pile picked up and he takes it outside. I think, hey, if we can move two more piles out of the way, I can steal clay and sand from the other holes and maybe get three stalls up. So I ask my Dad and he nods. We go back in and pick apart the next two piles. Then my Dad turns the bobcat around and we are talking. While we are, my black girlie girlie foo foo pony is dicussing with Cowboy the art of appearing studly while wearing girlie girlie foo foo gunk. And then I see Cowboy, slowly turn around and back up his butt to the front corner of his stall, where Smokie has stuck his head around. And then Cowboy slowly moves his butt back and forth and then looks straight at me. I don't know if it was a seriously tease to Smokie but I took it as, 'Hey - It can't be all that bad! I am a studly stud, bring some of that girlie girlie foo foo stuff over her and hit me with it!'

And so I did. When the smell hit him, he gave me the same look Smokie did. And now my studly studs smell great, both of them. And more importantly will look fantastic this next summer! So goes the girlie girlie foo foo quest, and many more applications of it.