Since My Boy's living in smaller quarters, I have to pick out the manure and muddied uneaten hay every day, or every other day at least.
My Boy is very curious about that Tupperware container, one of the bottles I use to transfer hot water out for soaking.
I finally finish the pooper scooping, and what does he do? Makes another pile! Thanks Boot Boy, I thought I was done!
As I get ready to exit with the wheelbarrow, I laugh as My Boy and Paint Girl's mare Fritzy think I have a wheelbarrow of fresh hay (a wheelbarrow is also their breakfast and dinner delivery system. Any time they hear a wheelbarrow approaching, they start nickering for a meal!) She and My Boy check it out and take a nibble. Eww! Icky mud and poo hay. Don't eat that, silly horses! And, by the way, there is nothing like tossing out wasted hay at $18.25 a bale!! I really do think I have the cutest horse. I mean, despite his catching problem and all, how can I resist such a handsome face as this? I mean, look at those ears!
My sister had the dog behaviorist out to observe and assess Sadie on Sunday. It went very well. It was interesting hearing the synopsis. I could really relate the whole dominance and pack mentality to that of working with horses, especially the accidental reinforcing negative behavior and reading an animal's posturing and body language. I really think they got some great suggestions for working with Sadie and her aggressive tendancies. I know that my sister was also really thankful for great advice given to her from Beth over at the Dog and Pony Show blog. She really inspired my sister to pursue help from an animal behaviorist in the first place. Once again, the wonderful world of blogging has opened doors that we never thought possible!