Today the monster had a bath!
This is not something that would normally be cause for celebration. You, however, have not been present for Murray’s last two baths.
I’m pretty sure bath number one had Murray dirtier afterwards than he was when I started. Bath number two yielded a snapped lead rope — and M was tied with baling twine to a post. Damn the electric fences!
Today, the kid stood like a professional untied in the wash rack while I scrubbed him down and rinsed him off. He even let me wash out his face, and pull the foxtails out of his mouth.
Always, I celebrate the small things.