I never wanted a gray horse because I knew how hard they were to keep clean. But when I met Presidio, aka “Leo” and realized we were the perfect match, I took the plunge. Shortly after that dive, I discovered my fear was not unfounded. Every blanket, saddle pad, cooler and fleece (including the ones I wore) quickly became coated in white hair. And once he started shedding it only got worse. But that’s also when I discovered being a Thoroughbred cross, he naturally had sensitive skin and wouldn’t tolerate any of my regular shedding tools. After much trial and error (and a number of angry looks in my direction), I discovered that he would accept a shedding stone, but those worn down quickly, smelled like rotten eggs and left a gritty residue in his coat.