GoodLineNotSquare
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I've never been sure whether my girl who's in livery is particularly fussed, until last week. A couple of us went out to the paddock to bring in some mares, but the herd were clearly in a mood to hoon around the field and not be brought in, so we stood at the fence and enjoyed the spectacle. On one lap, my girl peeled off, came over to me and stood at the fence for a snuffle and nose-rub, and then hopped off to join the run-around. Yeah, I think she may have recognised me as the bearer of treats, but still.