Quick as a lick

I love the fact my horse is so easy to please. He’s a bit like his Mother – loves anyone who feeds him. He happily takes the leftovers from the other horses. He’s become the yard dustbin in a way. Waste not want not and all that. This included a garlic lick block.

The smell was heady! He was in rapture. I swear his eyes rolled back in his head. I had to take it off him as he was transfixed with it.

Then I had to navigate my way round him without getting smeared with garlicky molasses. That was more of a challenge than taking it away from him…

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