The queen of clean

 Before I got Olive, I spent several years riding a series of piggy-poo white horses.

Lucy

I miss every single one of those horses, but I do not miss grooming them.

Stealth

Nope!

Yesterday we got three inches of rain in Aurora.

This morning, the barn was a wet, muddy mess, and most of the horses looked like this.

Guaranteed

Piggy-poo.

Guaranteed

Not Olive. Other than muddy hooves and some splashes on her legs, she was as clean as ever.

It was too slick to ride, so I turned her out instead. She walked around, sniffed some poop and said hi to the neighbors. She did not roll.

Olive loves to roll, but only when it's dry. 

She is the opposite of a piggy-poo white horse. If it's even a little bit muddy, she stays on all fours.

After her turnout, I gave her a really good, thorough grooming. It felt a bit like tempting fate, kind of like washing your car when storms are in the forecast.

I'm not worried. Olive is the Queen of Clean. I'm willing to bet she'll look just as good tomorrow except for muddy hooves and splashed legs.

Good girl, Olive!