Call it Clydesdale-sacrilege, if you will…….

I’ll get to their full-body clipping later…

But for today, we were just concentrating on their leg feathers…

Two horses;  Eight legs…

Hours of scissoring.  Hours of shaving…

I learned this time and wore my work gloves.

Otherwise, holes would have been worn into my thumb joints………….again…

That would have been because of the need for preliminary scissor-cutting of that extra long, tough Clydesdale leg hair…….

(I measured some of it…….9-plus inches)

We needed to remove as much as possible ahead of time…….

…..(we didn’t want to scare the clippers into jamming and not working at all).

Younger people can squat and kneel, and skooch around a horse.

Suzanne-Annette can…

I can’t…

Suzanne-Annette came over to help…

She’s used to trimming thoroughbreds…….not my wooly mammoths…….

…..she must be a good friend…

Mechanically my knees don’t let me squat anymore.  The titanium just won’t (shouldn’t) bend that far.

My heels will never be sat on again…

But after the first two hours, you get used to bending over and working upside down.

I had a wonderful, healthy flush and a radiating glow for a few hours afterwards.

(just don’t straighten up too quicky………….woo!  it’s better than the seventies!)

But finally……..Claire & Addy were svelte and gorgeous………….(and the foot garbage/mud fever/scratches/grease heel/whatever…can now be effectively treated & eradicated).

Lots of hair…….

Big heavy hooves…….

Back aches…….

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Now it’s time for me to go inside, plug in the waxer, and make sure my chin looks better than the girls.

My horses are NOT going to look more planate & glabrescent than me…….(good words, huh?…..I’ll probably never use them again.)

I’m waiting for the blood to flow back into my toes…….it’s still pooled in my head and my ears won’t stop ringing.