Bear is a handsome horse, but like all pretty boys he has a dark side.
Now I know I’ve talked about this sort of thing before, but this is a special moment I just feel I have to share …
Wednesdays are a day off for Bear and I. No training, just some down time and me showing up to groom and fuss over the lad as I do every day, regardless of whether I ride him or not.
Yesterday I arrived, as usual, about noon. Bear was out in his paddock with Sam, his erstwhile buddy, grazing and minding his own business when I approached the fence. Camera in hand, I hoped to capture a few images of him happily grazing with the backdrop of whatever fall colours remained in the woods yonder. The leaves have disappeared quickly this year, so there really wasn’t much to work with, but I thought at least I’d try.
Sam came over and made it his business to interfere with my intentions. Jealousy, I think, is a part of his problem. He knows I dote on his pasture mate and he wants a piece.
I shooed him out of the way as Bear started to wander up from the other end of the paddock. His was a quiet, purposeful saunter in the mid-day sun to where I was standing, his hope that I would reward him with a carrot.
Sadly, I had not yet been in the barn and had no carrots on me.
After having chased Sam away Bear met me at the fence and waited for an impatient second, nudging my arm with his nose to receive the much anticipated carrot.
“Sorry, Bear, I don’t have any on me right now.”
Annoyed, as I imagined him to be, he turned and walked purposefully away. In other words, he gave me the bum’s rush.
“Huh!” I thought, “What a strange thing for him to do.”
Feeling slightly put out I watched with amazement at what unfolded next.
He stopped in the middle of his coveted mud hole, dropped to his knees and rolled … and rolled … and rolled. Dumbfounded, I poised the camera and clicked away to capture the moment.
Like some bodyguard minding his celebrity client, Sam continued to interfere with me. Bear continued to roll. I tried to shoo Sam away. He wouldn’t move. Meanwhile, Bear continued his evil frolic in the devil’s playground until he was well and truly covered in dirt.
When he was done he lurched to his feet and had a good shake.
He sauntered back to me and, with a look of supreme self-satisfaction, nudged my arm again as if to say, “Have fun grooming. Now, where’s my carrot?”
Do you think I spoil him?
Nurture what you love …
©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013