They say that absences makes the heart grow fonder. I prefer La Rouchefauld's version better: absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, like the wind blows out the candle but blows up the bonfire. I mean, roughly. French and all.
But I guess abscesses do, too!
I was taken aback by the intense pleasure I felt when I hopped on Ox last night for the first time in a month. His abscess blew at the coronet band and he had his shoes replaced. He's not 100%, so the work is light, but he's a million times better than he was. But my surprise was that I thought I liked this horse. And now I realize that I adore this horse and that bond of trust that I wanted so badly has already started developing.
|Trying to capture his post-alfalfa cubed muzzle.|
Ox will whinny to me in the pasture. Having treats consistently helps, but it still tweaks my heart. There are no issues haltering him, leading him, or, with a month off, asking him to mosey on under saddle. While communication with Archie will always be infinitely better than any other horse, I feel almost like Ox and I are getting there. We're at least speaking the same language now.