Lucky was very naughty today.
Aside from the momentary frustrations, it is quite amusing to see your horse get that look and stance like who the fuck do you think you are? All taken aback and posturing like an offended Victorian-era courtesan.
She's digging freaking holes now when she's tied up. Not just pawing, but moving large mounds of earth and creating significant terrain features. If I take the time to train her to stand for a few hours, I'm afraid she'll have dug her own grave or something.
And on the trail she was all about crowding my authori-tai. I had to stop a few times and have little five minute fights with her about who goes in front and not walking on my feet.
Must be something in the air, I dunno. Hormones? Nah, not in the beginning of winter. I dunno, whatevs.