Sunday morning Freedom found a way to turn his Kensington blanket into a Kensington scarf. While he was adequately clothed when my barn-mate fed, when she returned from a short ride the carcass of the blanket lay discarded on the ground and Freedom looked rather pleased with his abbreviated clothing.
Of course, he did it while no one was watching so it’s hard to imagine just exactly how he managed to completely shred it.
He was, thankfully, unscathed.
The blanket is well beyond repair.
I guess it’s a good thing that it’s almost spring and he won’t need the blanket. And I’ll have plenty of time over
the summer to find a new one at a good price.
This particular blanket survived three winters. How long do your blankets last? Is your horse a blanket destroyer?