Look at him... he loves being adored.
But I'm sure he really couldn't care less about a big dreadlock in his mane. It doesn't interfere with his ability to eat grass, run, or boss his little Lady around.
But it bugs me. I like him to look all neatly groomed. It makes me happy, both the job and the result.
Armed with my trusty bottle of Show-sheen, I get to work on the offending clump of tangled mane hair. I love Show-sheen. It eases out tangles, and if any burrs dare to latch onto our horses, we can get them out with minimal loss to the long hairs. Appaloosas are known for having sparse mane and tail hair. Keeping any long hairs from getting broken is a vain priority of mine.
I'm good at getting knots out. Not much of a career need there but hey, I'll take any skills I can get.
This might make some mama bird very happy. Free building materials!
It's uneven and slightly scraggly, but I just can't bring myself to cut it. His mane is twice as long as his pasture-mate's. I just can't spare any Appaloosa mane!
A nicely combed out mane doesn't really improve his life. As long as he can shake his head and chase the flies away, he's happy. But me, I just love the feeling of standing beside him on a warm day, brushing and combing and grooming, while his eyes close and he sighs happily in his snoozing state. Go away, bills and traffic and debts. Go away pollution and violence and news. I'm having my horse time.