Early this past summer the horses and I had a bit of a bumpy spot. The gist of it went like this.
T: "Gene, did you remember to pick up the extra special and good berry treats for the horses?
G: "Brace yourself.... I went to both Granges and they are no longer carrying them.
T: OH NO! ( said with extreme shock and dismay)
G: "I did pick up this vastly inferior bag of old dry looking treats, maybe they won't notice...." ( voice trailing off as he looks into the distance, a broken man)
The sad truth was they did notice. In fact Cooper just about spit his out the first time and Dandy wouldn't take one until he had seen Cooper eat his first. Now carrots do make great treats but I'm not always fond of my pockets being stained orange and kind of slimy. Plus, they get carrots every day with their wee amount of cob and vitamins. Hardly a treat and I don't hand out treats just because. There are conditions on treats, so when they get them, they really are treat deserving. We had certainly fallen from grace and it felt like maybe they had saved a particular spot for us in Dante's Inferno, horse treat hell.
So, fast forward to the beginning of November. I am still lamenting the loss of good treats and they who have not forgotten are still not feeling the treatyness of the new treats. So, there I am in the Grange, again looking at the treat selection and sighing. Another horse controlled person is next to me. Her horse likes the apple treats, of which they have 5000 bags available. I tell her the berry treats are tops in my barn. She tells me that she's seen them over at the Big R, in White City. REALLY!? The ones that grab you with their delicious smell as you walk by, THOSE treats? Yes she says as she inches slowly away from me.
White City is only about 45 miles away, Gene goes through White City every time he goes to the apartments in Shady Cove. Gene went to Shady Cove yesterday.
We will be horse heroes. Our pockets and hands will again get that extra attention they have been so missing. Horses will listen with baited breath for that magic cue that means a treat worthy behavior has occurred.
When I walk out that door, pockets loaded with those incredibly scented berry treats, they will know I'm coming and the good treats have returned.