As part of Katy’s zootherapy course, she has a few practical stages. This weekend was one of them. As always, I was Katy’s right hand man while she’s still at limited mobility. She was frustrated at not being to participate in everything, but it is what it is, and I got unexpectedly called into a few activities. Horses are… big, empathetic, predictable but unpredictable, tame but wild, won’t put up with this shit, large fragile prey animals. We spent two days trying to understand how to interact and build a rapport with them, but at the same time project enough confidence and truth that they’d defer to us. It was a long weekend, and not just because of the fact it was in France. This afternoon, something clicked just for a little while.
Also, judo chicken.
