Furry and Dirty and Fine

Now is when cabin fever starts to dig in, and dig in good. Beautiful, furry and dirty, Odin was, I think, feeling it too. The last few days, he had been mopey and listless, and not at all his usual full-of-himself, pain-in-the-ass self. It worried me, so I took this photo yesterday, with my iPhone, to send off to a friend for advice on what could be going on. Of course you can't see anything in a photo, you have to know him to notice the differences in behavior, and she sent back, "that's a nice photo of him."

I breathed a really heavy sigh of relief when I went out earlier today. He's back to himself. How do I know? Well, there's a few things that let me know. His head was back up, he was energetic - and he grabbed hold of my coat sleeve, then my pant leg, easily avoided my swat, then stuck his tongue out. He sticks his tongue out to let me know he wants to play.

Those that say that horses can't communicate don't know Odin, Mr. Personality himself! He let me know he's feeling better! I guess I'll suffer through cabin fever without his company now...