When Rodney arrived, he was intermittently head shy. Hands and towels were okay. Brushes were not. To address this, we went out of our way to fuss with his head: patting, touching, fiddling with his upper his lip, and so on. [Head Games, Progress]
Initially, I would hold his chin and give raspberries on the end of his nose. This seemed rude. Plus, he would spook at the noise and vibration. So, I switched to giving him kisses on the end of his nose. It was a way to have him tolerate attention to his face. It has become a thing.
Before Milton eats he must stand still to have his nosed kissed. Affection as a form of obedience. No doubt psychologically traumatizing to human beings. For horses, simply something they have learned to stand still for. When I feed in the morning, Milton is usually waiting for me at the stall door. He suffers the ritual nose kiss. I drop food in his bucket. [Milton’s Moods]
One day recently, I opened the door and Milton was in a corner of the stall. He stood there, curling his front foot, pinning his ears, and doing his impression of Wild Stallion is Hungry. I stood in the doorway. He fussed. I waited. Eventually, he shuffled up next to me. He grudgingly presented his nose.
He thinks he’s so tough.
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2 thoughts on “Nose Kisses”
Hahaha that’s a great idea! Making nose kisses part of the routine is a wonderful idea 🙂
That’s good. I wondered if people would think this was weird.
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