Mustang Saga

We have Touch!

I don't think it matters how many times I do it, the first touch with a mustang will always bring tears to my eyes.

What a good, good boy.

He doesn't really like it yet, but he stood for it, and I was proud of him. He was really nervous when I got to the front of his shoulder, top of his leg, or too far up his neck. I think it's more a fear of me blocking his escape route than a fear of those places being touched. He didn't mind so much when I rubbed back on his ribs.

Yeah, I know, check out the nails! Of course we had to have this breakthrough after I'd been playing with my niece's nail polish!