He loves attention, he loves to be kissed and scratched and to supervise mucking activities in his area. He's not particularly brave. He spooks at dogs barking or cars driving by and needs Flash nearby for security. It amazes me that Katy, his owner, took him down center line in scary dressage courts like the one at the LA Equestrian Center. Katy comes up to visit Kalvin a few times every week. They do groundwork in the arena, but just at walk. He isn't supposed to do more than walk. Then he gets a bath if the weather is warm. He adores Katy and she says he is her soul mate.
Sooooo. This morning I went down in the freezing cold to muck and feed. It was 28F and my fingers were like ice inside my gloves. After mucking Kalvin's area, I carefully pulled the muck cart through the mud, out the gate, and secured the chain before he could follow me. He is always hoping to squeeze out. Then I tossed everyone their hay, took off/changed blankets and headed to work. The usual routine.
As I was driving home from work, my cell phone rang.
Brett: I just pulled up and Jackson is racing around the pasture with KALVIN. Flash is standing in Kalvin's run-in shed watching.
Me: I'm sure I latched the gate. I remember Kalvin trying to get past me and I had to whip it shut behind me. Weird.
Brett: I'm parking. I'll check it out and call you back.
-- 20 minutes later my phone rings again --
Brett: The latch must not have closed all the way in the cold. It doesn't seem to be catching all the way. When I got down to the pasture, Flash and Jackson were in Kalvin's paddock. Kalvin was standing at the back of the turnouts into the barn. Everyone looked very pleased with the situation.
Brett got everyone put away in their correct locations and fed. Kalvin isn't lame, and he doesn't have any bite marks or scratches. Phew! He's been here six months so all the hierarchy stuff had already been worked out over the fence. That just left one option for the boys -- have fun! ... and give us a heart attack.