It was standing between a mud puddle and a pony with a gruby little muzzle that it occured to me maybe white pants were not the best choice in clothing to fill the water trough. Then I started to sypathize with my DH that has repeatedly begged me to "please stop wearing your nice cloths to the barn". Poor guy he just can't win.
Then Snappy decides to take a taste of my boot.
I came away with mud splatered up my legs but otherwise unscathed.