A horse is a horse...

...of course of course. What else did I expect?

I went over to the barn today, removed Panama's blanket, and spent a lot of time grooming him. He was shedding like crazy, so I spent a lot of time getting rid of as much hair as I could, and then I pulled out the spray conditioner and brushed out his mane and tail.



I was thinking I might still take him for a walk off the property, so when I released him I left the halter on.

Bad idea! While I was putting his tote away and talking to the barn owner, he rolled twice in the mud, and got both himself...



...and his halter...



...caked with mud.

Of course, being a horse he didn't seem to mind.



What's the big deal, Mom?