Blinded by the White

This weekend, when the ground was frozen and snow-covered, I couldn't trim Caeli's tail, even though I knew the mud was coming.

Because the tail hair is so fine and because Caeli is so determined to run through the mud, I usually keep the tail hair trimmed to two inches long.

Not since adopting her has the tail hair been so long.

As I brushed, I admired its silkiness.

Today, five minutes into the walk, I realized how silly I'd been.