I was a good boy

Today the man who scrapes my feet came again. Usually he scrapes my feet in the barn aisle, but the barn aisle is still full of hays, so there is no room for foot scraping. So we did the foot scraping out in the driveway instead.

Scraping in the driveway is a thing that is Different, and I already told you how horses feel about Different. But I was a good boy and I stood quietly for the scraping man. Jay and the Big Baby ran around like a couple of goofballs because of the Different that was happening.

Mom wants you to notice how long the rope is from my face harness to her hand! Very, very long is how long it is! I may be a wild thing who runs away when the icky tube of medicine comes out, but I am a very good boy for the scraping man. When he asks for my foot, I give him my foot. When I am a good boy, the foot scraping goes very quickly, then I go back to my little house to enjoy my tasty grain.