Recently Melvin gave me a lesson in brushing a horse’s mane…..The hair that grows on the top of their neck and then lays down the side….I was a little concerned that they might not like it at first because their hair was twisted into “ropes” from not being brushed in a while….Melvin hadn’t done it himself since his second stroke.
I have to admit that I had an ulterior motive, but I was up front with Melvin about it…I wanted to get hair from each horse so that I could braid it and then take the braids to the book signing this Saturday. I wanted people to be able to actually see the difference in the color of their manes and feel the texture of horse hair.
Melvin got a few laughs out of the whole experience…He found himself sitting in his golf cart with five baggies full of horse hair…that alone was worth a laugh and then he got to watch me try to ever so delicately comb through huge knots of hair.
A few days later I tried again and I worked on Mac…I didn’t get a lot of hair, but Mac LOVED being combed…I combed and combed and combed him and when I would quit and start to walk away, he would follow me and stand waiting for me to start again. The images above are of the “styled” Mac….I am pretty proud of myself….BUT…..the best thing from the whole experience??????? On my first day, I combed awhile and then walked away to get a shot of the other horses…when I turned around, this is what I saw…..
These famous words say it all……”A pictures worth a thousand words….