Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The apple of my eye

The WBH, being slightly insulin resistant, isn’t supposed to have grain or things with sugar, but I do love to give him treats. I have taught him to stand quietly while I hold out a piece of carrot just at nose level, and not to take it until I say “okay”. (Formerly he was quite rude about treats, lunging at them in an alarming way.)

I also have taught him to stand still while I mount and dismount by rewarding him with a carrot piece. But as a rule, he doesn’t get a lot of food rewards.

Lately though, as we go on our traditional cool-down circuit of the property perimeter, I have noticed that some trees have small ripe crab apples in easy reach. I have also taught Champagne not to randomly browse the foliage as we ride, and he is very good about it. So the last couple of times I have halted him so I can pick a red ripe apple the size of a marble. Then I give it to him.

He lips it, gums it, and then CHOMP! I guess apples are a hit.

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