It’s the little things. His tiny squeal when he is concerned. His lower lip hanging so low when he is relaxed or sleeping, you can land an airplane. His little hind leg cow kick when he is protesting or nervous. His whinny that is so high pitched when he is calling to his friends, you’d never believe it was coming from a 17-hand, 1500-pound gelding. His pricked ears and deep, thoughtful eyes when he is focused on you or ready for whatever is on hand.
