This is my old horse, Ozzy. I went to visit him at his new owners. Lacking a leadrope, I tied a quick release knot with some rope I found in the barn... he's smart, and kept untying it. >.<
Looking... not so good... had none of my riding gear with me, as I wasn't expecting to be riding. Had to heap together haphazard bits of random tack to make the complete ensemble... including the one bit in the world that the horse absolutely despises, and a martingale that doesn't come off. >.<
After: look at the mud he kicked up onto his belly! Jebus!






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My uncle many years ago had a mustache like that and he loved to twirl it up.

