I had to take Jose to the vet this afternoon because he had an eye tearing pretty badly (turns out he scratched it, but nothing ointment twice a day can't fix). The vet I use owns and takes care of lots of cutting horses and other performance type equine. Needless to say, there are lot of big, expensive trailers in line along side my little three horse.
As always, I'm the only gal with a mule anywhere around. Jose is being very patient, but he does bray occasionally when he sees a red horse (thinks it may be his pasture buddy, Nick). A lady emerges from the barn with a super cute red and white pony, stops and looks at Jose. She says, "Is that half mule?" I say, "Nope, he's full mule." And, off she goes with the little pony.
