Well, Dobe and I spent the day slogging through the mud and muck at the feedlot. On average, the soup in the pens was about knee-deep on him and extremely slippery. He nearly went down with me quite a few times. Thankfully, he's my trusty old man that is strong enough to recover from situations that often look and feel completely unrecoverable.
We got home and I decided to get a pic of his nasty self all covered in mud and poop...we both were but he couldn't very well take a picture of me LOL.
Oh, the joys of a white horse . He wasn't very happy when I rinsed him off in the cold but it had to be done. Had to re-wash my saddle too.
No real point to this thread other than to just talk, I suppose.