I know it’s the time of the year to complain about body clipping and horse hair everywhere and how much of a colossal pain in the ass it is, but I have a confession.
I like body clipping.
Now that confession comes with some clarifications. I like body clipping my horse. I like body clipping my horse when he’s not over the experience and refuses to stand still for legs & face. But even with those two caveats, this is not a chore I dread.
There’s something about clipping that is peaceful to me. My clippers aren’t the giant industrial size ones, and they make a quiet hum in my hand. I like burying my fingers in his fluffy, clean winter hair and then brushing it away as I glide the clippers over the curve of his back. When I clip, I feel like I’m unwrapping a present with each swipe of the blades. What I’ll find underneath the winter fuzz is a bit of a mystery when I get started.
Of course sometimes it’s fungus. I never said all presents were amazing.
It’s an added bonus that Simon is usually a perfect gentlemen for clipping. He tends to get impatient towards the end when I save legs for last, but otherwise will stand rock solid while I go over all the tickle spots. Since he’s a good guy, I try to reward him for his patience by lots of cookies and scratches while I work. There’s no universe where I can clip Simon’s ears without a giant battle, but I try to make the rest of clipping a positive experience for everyone.
Naked horses, clean blankets and crisp smelling air are some of my favorite things heading into winter. Normally I am driven forward this time of year by excited notions of Christmas and our favorite year end show in late November. This year I am not excited by the holidays, but still take pleasure in the simple acts of getting my horse ready to go just in case.
I joke that Simon is the most stable relationship in my life right now, but it’s true. There’s comfort and familiarity in the routine – horse hair in your bra and all.