I had a conversation, of sorts, with my horse this morning.
My horse, of course, doesn't talk like the famous Mr. Ed, but he made his point loud and clear.
Telepathically
To begin, I ran my hands across his body, looking for hot spots.
I had watched a video on Equine Touch this morning and learned that hot spots meant inflammation and
pain in the area.
As I'm looking for hot spots I'm also to take notice of twitches and flinching, as I go over areas.
Well, Buddy wasn't a fan of all this nonsense.
I was able to do a quick scan and didn't find anything much.
(One needs to get certified to do this. Really?
Seems like something I could just learn on my own.)
I moved on to preparing for our morning hand walking in the arena.
Buddy has been injured and getting some injections for his sore areas in his hips and back.
Saturday was one such vet visit.
The Rx was to walk him for a few days before riding him again.
Back to the walk.
I decided to only check his feet-- to be sure there weren't any embedded rocks.
This horse clearly avoided my attempts.
He wouldn't let me touch his feet.
I said to Buddy:
"Buddy, what's the deal here?"
I paused for a moment and thought
"Did he want the whole enchilada?"
The curry comb-the brushing-the massage-and the-then and only then could I do his feet package?
I was not following protocol, according to the Bud.
Alas, I gave him the works after which,
he lifted his feet nicely and we proceeded to the arena.
Mr. B.
He made his point loud and clear.
Love that horse.
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