I'm not much of a betting person.
Occasionally, I go to the track to watch the ponies run and I blow a few bucks on the filly in my favorite colored silks.
But today, I'm willing to bet my horses are dirtier than yours. It's a fine art, and they have it perfected. The week's worth of nonstop rain has certainly aided their quest for ultimate dirtiness.
I mean, really. Come on, Gabe. Is this NECESSARY? Seriously? It's CAKED on there, ground in and just all around nasty. Pssst...you missed a spot. I see some clean hair right there behind your elbow.
And you'd think, as a girl, Calypso would be a little bit more conscientious about the health and cleanliness of her hair. Not so. She gets just as dirty and nasty as the boys.
I'm willing to bet he considers it a challenge. Must. Be. Dirtier. Than the GIRL! MUST!
Face, eyelashes and mane? Check.
Butt? Tail? Back? Withers? Check. Check. Check.
Ha! I WIN! WHEE!!!
Hey horses? You and the mud win. I give up. You can officially be known as pigs from now on!