Pulled hairs out this morning. That's just no fun.
First I have to wrangle the hair and spend all kinds of time "deciding" a. Where it will hurt the least and b. Where a little bald spot, or funky new hairs growing in won't show.
Of course as soon as I get a little chunk wrapped around my finger is the minute the follicles decide there is no way in heck they are going to be ripped out. Pulling only results in a horse acting as though he will fall on top of me because *obviously* my hulk hands are certainly capable of making this a near death experience.
So now, fingers cut up a little & still no hair, I pull out the big guns - a $0.79 half chewed (gee thanks puppy) comb. The hairs practically jump out at the sight of the pink mangled monstrosity. Now my horse is looking at me with welled up eyes, and I'm sure he said something about death-row inmates getting a last meal & better treatment.
I'm sure it will be a day or two, plus some butt scratches and several treats before all is forgiven.
I put the package in the mail today and USPS claims it will be there by Tuesday, so I am very very anxiously awaiting results. This is more exciting than Christmas!!