It's been a good week with Tex.
Last week and over the weekend, all I did with Tex was put on and take off his fly mask. Saturday we spent most of the day at a friend's memorial service. Sunday, I planned to take Tex out and groom him but my foot hurt like hell so I ended up spending the whole day on the couch with my coloring book.
Tex was very mellow about his fly mask and me approaching Saturday and Sunday. I went from taking five or six cookies out to the pasture, to taking just three. And, really, all I needed was two. One for hello and one for "good boy" when the mask was off. On Sunday evening, I removed Flash's fly mask first and then carried it by sticking my arm through the ear hole and letting it dangle. Initially, I was going to slide my arm out and lay it on the ground before approaching Tex but he was so mellow that I just left it hanging there. When I reached up to slide the fly mask over Tex's ears, Flash's mask swung close to Tex's face. He didn't care. I couldn't believe it -- and neither could Brett who was watching from the gate.
I think because Brett was tired of me being crabby on Sunday (pain will do that), he has been doing everything this week -- including dealing with Tex's fly mask. He told me that Monday night he was going to leave it for me, but Tex had other ideas. Brett went over to Flash and removed his fly mask, then hung it on the muck cart handle. Flash left and went to the hay feeder. When Brett turned around, Tex was standing in Flash's place waiting for his turn. Brett removed the fly mask with no trouble, brushed Tex's face with his hand, and gave him a cookie.
When Brett moved to the girls' pasture and was busy picking up manure, I went to the barn and grabbed a couple cookies. Tex left his hay and walked over to me. I gave him the cookies and just hung out with him for awhile, stroking his gorgeous burnished cinnamon neck and removing tangles from his mane with my fingers. He watched me walk away to the pasture gate, and then turned and went back to the hay feeder.
I love riding Lucy, but there is something about Tex that pulls at my heart strings.