HOW DO YOU GET HER SO WHITE?

I would love to make this little post a tutorial on how to perfect the grooming of a white horse.  That would make me happy and, really, make you think I am just a little bit nutty.  The kind of nutty that lives in a glass house constantly and meticulously spraying and wiping down the walls with window cleaner  chanting, "Wax on.  Wax off" over and over again.  I think I'll save that for another time.

Sugar and I are entered in a schooling two phase.  A prep for our first recognized show at the end of this month.  It was so easy to enter, post closing date.  Just a quick call and there we are...  starting the season on April 10th. 

WHAT WAS I THINKING?


And, here we go...  My show anxiety comes in two forms (maybe three).   This is the big one.  You see,  I have a white horse.  It's April! It's not fair to bathe her when the temps have yet to rise above 60.  I hate to see her shivering.  I hate to see her pink skin look blue.  And, why are my times so god awful early?  Doesn't the show secretary know that I have a white horse?

Example of my grooming, not riding

Getting to the barn the morning of a show is particularly nerve-wracking?  Did she lay her beautiful head on a soft warm pile of fresh manure?  Is it going to be a brief wipe kind of morning or one with a rushed, cursing, wet and whiney owner?   I hate the bathing ritual!  Hate it!  Hate it! 

Mostly, I hate it when it isn't perfect.  When the gleem of her coat has just a tinge of yellow from that one hardy stain I gave up trying to rub out...  (I am that bad!)


WHAT WAS I THINKING?

Maybe, I won't bathe her.  It's just a schooling show.  And, really, do I need to braid her?  Nah, no one else will.  It's just a schooling show.  No one will care...  yeah, no one will care...  It's just a schooling show.

Somewhere, deep in my core, I shiver.  Uh, no way.  So, Saturday night, I will be there, cursing and whining as I get my horse so white.  It won't be perfect.  I won't do that to her but she will look good.  And, if I'm walking her around the show grounds and you ask, "How do you get her so white?"  Walk away...  I may just tell you!  ;)

Oh, if my Eventing Buddy reads this, she could tell you the many ways my show stress translates into verbal diarrhea.