I honestly think horses will do anything for Giddyap Girls horse treats. (Corporate sponsorship, take note. I won’t sell out for Absolut, but I would strongly consider selling out for these cookies. I believe in these cookies.)
I took advantage of a brief break in the weather to do a little more trailer loading. Once again, I filled my pockets with cookies and was able to just watch the magic happen.
It never fails to amaze me that a young horse will even consider getting on a trailer to begin with. I mean, there is nothing about a trailer that says, “Hop on in!” is there? It’s a box raised up off of the ground, without nearly enough natural light, and foreign looking walls and straps and things inside.
And yet they all eventually take that first step, sometimes without even being asked, and as their hoof makes a hollow bang on the floor of the trailer, I think, “You are amazing.”
But armed with little bites of cookies, I could have asked the yearlings to walk through fire and they would have done so cheerfully. Every step was made with the prick-eared intent of getting another nibble.
I tasted a cookie because I had to know. As a kid we all tried Mrs. Pasture’s Horse Cookies when they hit the market and were surprised to find that they tasted exactly like – nothing. What was it, exactly, that horses were sticking their heads through their feed doors for? These cookies taste faintly of raisins and nothing. The raisin taste is a big improvement over just plain nothingness. I’m sure that is my secret weapon in getting the babies into the dark scary trailer.
I think that the picture, taken with my BlackBerry, really illustrates the leap of faith that getting into a trailer can constitute. Look at how dark it is inside! And this is a stock on one side and has two windows on the other. Such good children.