Happy Birthday to you

Birthdays and spa days go hand in hand, right? That's why I invited FarmWife to spend her special Saturday picking debris off my topline, trimming stray hairs from my mane and tail, swabbing boogers out of my nostrils, picking mud clods from my hoofies, and generally enjoying all the little pleasures of a careful grooming session. She came away looking . . . well, less than pristine, shall we say? . . . but Arrietty and I passed FarmWife's birthday in high style.

Resplendent ears to you,

Fenway Bartholomule