Clean grey horses an oxymoron?

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Another cliché is the dirty grey horse. Of course I have benefitted from a grey horse that is taking a very long time to white out. He turned 7 this year and is still a very dark dapple grey. And he knows nothing of social distancing.




This nice thing about spring is that we get back to grazing grass, listening to birds, and taking a bath. And of course, after a bath, what does Q like to do?

You got it!

Dirty horse = happy horse?
Q seems to think so.


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  1. TeresaAMay 27, 2020 at 2:27 PM

    I don't think that any horse is clean. It just shows more on a gray horse. Like lint on a black sweater. :)

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