Awareness of the outside world. I’m not ignoring the news of the nation. It’s hard to take. It’s hard to know what to say. Most of all, we’re all hearing it in real time and I have nothing to add.
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Rodney’s brain froze in the cold last week.
Our daily walk is a series of five back and forth laps. The Dispenser Of Cookies sits at one end. Horses and I walk down the fenceline, away from the corner. When we turn around, I let them walk back on their own.
Last week, Rodney found it imperative to trot, or even canter, aaaaall the way back to the corner, on several occasions. If he walked, it was a fast walk. He would arrive many lengths ahead of Milton and me. There may be treats involved in early arrival. I do not inquire too closely into the cookie distribution system.
If I held onto Rodney after the turnaround and made him walk quietly like a sensible horse, he got pushy and barge-y and rude. The longer I made him walk, the ruder he got, and the faster he would run back to the corner when I let him go.
Milton trundled along, rolling his eyes.
Yesterday it was warmer. (Finally!) Everyone was mellow. Rodney still kept himself in front on the way back and still got annoyed when I made him walk with me. But much slower. Shorter bouts of trot and canter.
Milton still rolled his eyes.
Onwards!
Katherine
Virtual Brush Box 
How can people believe that horses do not have souls?
Jane
True.
Of course horses have souls? And senses of humor.
True.
… senses of humor at our expense, of course! After all, we only walk on two legs. They must pity us. MM
They may also pity us for our tiny jaws and lack of weapons at the end of our feet.