Zeloso (alias â€œthe clownâ€) and I were done with our work. I dismounted and he was standing â€œfreeâ€ three feet to my left. We were both on the north side of the bridge where there were two white plastic chairs. My shoes were on the chair closest to me. I removed my riding boots, put on my shoes and was just lacing them when I looked at Zeloso. Heâ€™d been playing, as usual. This time the object of his affection was the other white plastic chair. He was standing there with his head through the arm of the chair. I stepped forward to help him remove it, but he sorted things out himself. He shook his head, the chair landed on the floor and he walked over to snuffle some strands of hay off of the arena floor.
No histrionics, no shying, no worrying. Go figure!