Rub-a-dub-dub

I had the very first bath of my life today. Now, FarmWife had been promising all summer to trailer me over to our local posh eventing barn, where she's got an open invitation to use the wash rack, but now her trailer has gone and broken and she simply doesn't know when she'll get it repaired. I had, therefore, an old-fashioned bath via buckets—ten warm, soapy gallons and a lot of scrubbing followed by twenty clean gallons of nice fresh rinse water. I feel pretty!

FarmWife has me out grazing in the orchard, now, as it is the least terrible place on our property for a freshly-bathed mule to roll. It is clean, green, and, as demonstrated in the photo below, DELICIOUS.

Ears,
Fenway Bartholomule