My Gallant Boy was depressed, a long time, a couple of months before
he died he started getting chipper and would look me in the eye. I
found a thing he loved, and that became what we did together, he loved
being bathed and groomed. He lived in a dark stall with no turn out
for at least 15 years, no bug spray, caked in filth. He was the only
horse I have ever seen that actually WANTED you to spray him in the
face with a water hose. I would go get him out and just take my time,
massaging and grooming him. It made him start wanting to look me in
the eye.
Janice
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yipie tie yie yo
