Post by ssahara on Sept 3, 2008 10:48:22 GMT -5
Gosh, thought San, Floyd was behaving perfectly. Such a good horse. When he looked at her with those dark eyes she couldn't help but to look into them, studying them. She crouched down and started to dry his left forelock, rubbing with her hand while she used the hair dryer. When his pelt seemed suitably dry she started on the brushes. Before she started however she would have to check that he hadn't injured himself during the ride, gently she ran her hands over his legs, looking for small breaks in the skin or a place where the he flinched from her touch. No, he seemed to fine, she picked up the curry comb and began to move it in circular motions over his pelt, then she used the dandy brush, gently flicki.... And so on until he was spotless. Stepping back she observed his shining pelt with pride before rubbing at him a bit with a clean rag to make him shine more. Smiling she went to put away her 'tools'.