Milton & I set out for a walk around the pasture.
He stops, ‘I don’t wanna.’
I make him walk on.
He stops again.
I make him walk on.
He doesn’t move, ‘I gotta poop.’
Me, ‘Don’t care. Shoulda thought that the first time you stopped.’
Milton is not pleased.
Halfway around, he is still pissed.
Just as I’m thinking how annoyed he looks,
… he spooks spooks violently away from the woods outside the fence …
… bangs into me, causes me to
stumble,
lose my glasses (!),
and let him go.
Take two.
We reunite at the barn.
Let’s try that again.
Nose chain the first time.
This time, I add a motivator.
A nice long one that reaches his side from my left hand.
I explain acceptable horse behavior.
I explain how acceptable horse behavior applies to him.
Milton gives me the stink-eye.
Milton gives me the stink-eye so badly I wonder if I ought to be wearing a helmet.
I double down on the obedience.
In short order,
‘Yes, Ma’am.’
We finish the walk attentive, if alarmed.
Granted, any horse can get you.
Milton is not as tough as he thinks he is.
~~~
Gratuitous Cat


Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott


















