I don’t know about you, but I place a lot of value on my horses’ tails–I used to spend hours just combing my fingers through my horses’ thick tails. My fingers would slowly work through all the tangles as I watched each strand lightly fall back into place. It’s a cheap form of therapy, but it was my therapy. I’d scrub my Palomino’s white tail until it was reflecting light, and I’d always have to work hard to get through my reiner’s extremely thick tail. It always struck me when I’d see a chunk of tail stuck in a fence post or on the stall wall, so I’d collect the hairs, braid them, and keep them in my desk drawer.

Lark's tail

Lark’s tail is my pride and joy–this is after a recent groom job freeing her tail of burrs and dreadlocks, and having to cut-off 3 inches to keep it from dragging the ground.

My senior year of high school, the night before the Indiana High School Rodeo State Finals I went down to the barn to give my barrel horse a bath before loading her in the trailer. You can imagine my horror and dismay when I opened Tangy’s door to find that her tail (which wasn’t the most glorious of tails, but it was still nice) was now in a bob! Overnight her tail went from tapering nicely to mid-fetlock to now being blunt-cut and bobbed just above the hock!

The culprit? Our goat. I knew immediately what had happened–the goat that I had to practice goat tying (yes,