Day After Bowen-ing

Stopped at the barn on my way home from work, and found Himself snagging life-sustaining bits of grass from the worn-down pasture...getting near the end of the season, all the good grass has been eaten. Never mind inches away there's shin-high luxurious grass porn so green and sumptuous it's all I can do to not eat it myself. BUT, one day, years ago, a horse had pooped there. The poop is gone, but of course that grass is forever tainted according to the Canon of the Horse, so they'd rather gnaw desultorily on dried Canadian thistle stems than eat poop-grass. It's a horse thing, you wouldn't understand. (Hm, but I merrily put horse poo on my garden and eat the lovely green beans and tomatoes that benefited from that. Maybe I better investigate)

ANYway...Quzqo saw me marching through the weeds toward him, and he left off his thistle-gnawing and walked right up to me. It was so hard to not pat him, but I did give him his peppermint (crap, I forgot to buy peppermints at WalMart today! Better look under the car seats cuz I'm all out!). Managed to halter him without making contact, and he about dragged me to the gate. He didn't want a drink, he wanted IN and he wanted IN NOW!

His leg injury is looking well, so we didn't even stop to smear some Swat on it. Straight to his stall, where Injustice of Injustices, NO FOOD! Oh Noes! He did bump me while he was spinning around to frantically check his grain bucket (it too, was empty), I hope that didn't upset his nerves or Chi or fascia or whatever, that little contact.

Other than his near-hysteria at the sight of an empty hay rack, I can't say I noticed anything too different about him. But it hadn't been 48 hours yet. We'll see what this evening brings!