It still amazes me that I can use an electric clipper on Cass. She stands perfectly still, I don’t even have to hold her lead rope. Getting to this was certainly not an overnight process.

Patience has been the key. Neither one of us has been in any kind of hurry. We took the time to learn each other and more importantly, trust each other. Learning the clippers was in baby steps. First the noise only, then to have her actually look at the clanging thing was a big step. But to have her remain calm while the clipper touched her was huge! So proud of my girl.

Her mane is cut for two reasons. 1. She is a Fjordhorse and that’s the way they should be cut. 2. It’s more comfortable for her in dealing with our heat and her allergies. I can get the magical potions into her skin easier when her tremendously thick mane is short.

She was more than happy to pose after her hair cut. It grows out fast, as does her forelock. She needed all that hair up in Canada.

Her daughter has me in a dilemma. I’ve been letting her mane grow. She’s adorable this way, don’t you think?

She’s a bit like Tina Turner from the ’80’s. If left to grow it will get quite long. Cass’s was nearly to her shoulder when I got her.

Am I not trimming hers in the proper Fjordhorse way because I think she’s better this way or because I don’t want to deal with making her behave? Becca has a much shorter attention span than her mother. I’ve made a few feeble attempts to desensitize her to the clippers and it’s just not gone well. We really need to work on it. Tomorrow. Maybe.

There’s serious grass eating they need to do today.

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