One of my horsey friends popped round to admire Faith yesterday. Naturally she lapped up all the attention. We had a cup of coffee and a chat about horses, and very pleasant it was too. However, all this socializing put me a bit behind schedule, and after having poo picked the field and topped up the water troughs, I decided I didn’t have much time to do anything with Faith.
However, I was loathe to let the evening pass without at least giving her a nice groom. So I got her brushes, opened her stable door, and let her mooch about on the yard, while I gave her a brush, and tickled her groomy bits. I decided to carry on with my plan of rubbing her up and down that ‘difficult’ near hind. She cocked her heel and rested her toe, for which I gave her a bit of carrot and a wither scratch. I ran my hand down her leg again, and she picked it up for me. I held her hoof and rubbed my hand all over it.
Resisting the urge to leap around the yard, whooping with joy, I just carried on giving her a lovely brush, and twice more, when she was looking particularly relaxed, I picked up her near hind again and rubbed my hands all over it.
She was totally relaxed about the whole thing, and although she could have moved away at any point, as she was completely ‘nekkid’, she didn’t. I am really pleased with that little bit of progress.
Now I just need to work on being able to brush her tail, as she doesn’t like that very much for some reason!
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