Apache. He’s quite a guy, with the heart shape on his chest and his pretty mane and tale. He’s also quite funny.

Lee tells me that while I was gone, Apache made his annoyance at not getting his hay regular enough quite clear. First there was snorting, then he snatched a big hunk before Lee could even get it down to him.
But for me, he reserves a very special message. As soon as he spots me coming down the driveway, he snickers. Then, like he’s on a schedule, he pees. That’s an impressive sight that I’ll spare you. Consider it a Blogmas gift.
I’d noticed it before, but I’ve been keeping track, and that horse has peed for me every day since I got back. I actually found a forum post on the topic, and a bunch of English people agreed that many horses “wee” from excitement to see their human friends. Aww. Happiness in horse language.
Now that I think of it, lots of female dogs pee from excitement. Or fear. Ha. I don’t think he’s afraid. Not him!

I’m always glad to see him and Fiona, too. But I can hold my pee until I get home.
One of our geldings pees every time we go out to feed. If I get his pellets in the bin fast enough, he forgets to, or doesn’t want to take the extra few seconds to get to his feed. The other boy only occasionally joins in the act, but he is more laid back and just waits out of the way. Silly boys!
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Apache is in good company!
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