Maytime

Going to talk about horses again. I will talk for hours about everything great about them, like:

-When they see you have food and they stretch their neck waaaaayyyy out and flap their lips like, pleasepleaseplease….

-When you’re talking to them and their ears swivel to follow your voice

-The floppy airplane ears when they are hyper-focused on cues

-When they lift the next hoof for you to pick before you ask them

-When the flies are bad and they try to show you where they’ve landed so you can swat them

-The loud, insistent complaining the old-timers will do if you are a minute late with their mush

-When you fuck up while riding and they either sit down or swoop under to save you from falling

-Or when you can’t be saved and they slam on the breaks and stand quietly till you have them move

-The way their eyes bug out when they see something new and strange the first time

-When you hold their head in your arms and they start to doze off

-That throaty nicker they do when they see their favorite person

-When they carry a toy over to a turnout buddy to play

-The look of horror when they were expecting a treat but one isn’t produced

-When they decide you are THEIR HUMAN and get jealous of other horses

-How their heads pop up when they hear a wrapper crinkle

-The goofy faces they make when you scratch just the right spot

-Horse smell. Just horse smell. Strangers have asked to bury their face in Cody’s neck because they used to have horses and they miss it so much

-How when you give them mash for dinner it ends up all over their face

-That intense stare and little head nod when they try to catch the human’s eye

-When they nod off on the cross-ties and startle themselves awake