Ummm....uhh, MOM, horse is sneaking up on us! We gotta get away! Maybe I should get in your pocket...the pocket with the treats. Horse wants to eat
No, Gus. Horse won't eat you. Horses don't eat dogs. Dogs are carnivorous. Horses aren't.
And if he doesn't try to eat me, he'll try to inhale me! Have you seen the size of that dude's nostrils? Have you? He's like a vacuum with feet! And once he blew at me! Made my hair stand up and got horse snot on me! Nothing should have nostrils that big!
Gus, I promise he won't get you. I will protect you. He just thinks that you are a kind of funny looking horse and he really wants to be friends.
You think? I don't know. He's pretty dangerous looking to me. Maybe. You think the treats are ok? He won't eat them?
It's okay Gus. Remember, YOU are the big fierce stock dog.
Right. Right. I got it covered. maybe.
Today when we went out, Gus did much better. I made him sit right in front of Horse and gave him plenty of treats. He just is a bit timid of some things.
While I was standing there talking to Gus and Robert and feeding Gus cookies, I was rubbing my hand through Rob's winter coat and felt a little lump. And another. ACK! Ticks! Should have known. February always seems so early to start with the spray and wipe.