The first evening I was gone, Brett turned Jackson out in the arena while Brett did barn chores. I've been doing the same every evening for the past month. Jackson will walk around eating stray leaves, perhaps roll, and trot a wee bit. When Brett turned him out, he started racing around and charged into the middle of this pile of blocks I use for caveletti.
When Brett went into the arena to pick them back up, he noticed that Jackson had hit one of the blocks edging the arena and sent a piece flying. That had to hurt!
Yesterday, he lost a shoe. Our farrier came up this morning and put it back on.
I got back home late this afternoon and immediately went down to the barn to see my boy. He glared at me.
I had a peace offering with me. I read somewhere that a study was done on horses' favorite flavors. Banana won.
|He refused the banana|
|Flash had the same opinion.|
I decided to take Jackson out and walk him around on the longe line a bit. I was concerned that he might be sore after losing the shoe and breaking the cement block.
|He offered to carry the longe line out to the arena for me.|
|I longed him for just a couple minutes. He was a bit off.|
It's nice to be missed but, honestly, I think this was taking things too far.