Milton’s doing fine. He’s taken well to being a husband horse. They are on their third Virtual Tevis. When Rodney took a week off to decide if he liked the style of his new shoes, they did ring work. They seem to get along.
Milton & me, not so much.
We are not even talking about riding. Stopped that a while back. [Milton Is Getting A Break]
Milton has a rigid memory even for a horse. [New Equipment, Fly Masks]
He’s still traumatized by encountering me in full show mode … Egad! Who dropped a ferret down my pants? [Would You Rather]
This is just me being in his space. I alarm him.
“Booooossss, she’s touching me!” [When Milton Adores Me]
Mostly we ignore each other.
Our previous low point. I picked his feet. Halfway through, he panicked and ran off.
Our new low point. A few days ago, I walked into the barn. Milton panicked and ran off.
What is the opposite of a horse whisperer? A horse shouter?