We had a great run.
A warm, comforting relationship, but with one single move, it’s now shredded.
If only Melody hadn’t hip-checked the gate when I let her out this morning, everything would have been fine. Instead, she ripped the left side of her blanket to pieces.
Her Horseware Ireland Rambo Turnout blanket lasted twelve winters and it’s not done yet. It’ll take me hours to fix, but I’ll mend it. Hopefully Melody won’t need a heavy blanket again until after the new one arrives–or better yet–until next winter.