bedbug
Well-Known Member
Following on from a post below when does a horses hate for flies and a general love of itching become sweetitch?
My guy does itch all year round but more so when the weather becomes warmer which coincides with flies coming out and sweating.
He wears a fly rug and so far apart from 1 rub on his tail which did not break the skin and 1 rub of his mane which did break the skin just gives the usuall general itches in these areas.
On his face he does rub but it is usually round his eyes the bottom of his ears and under his forelock which is where he sweats when he gets to hot or sweats under the bridle (except for the eyes bit).
He doesn't madly try to itch on everything he can find but it seems to be more of a case of gets carried away when he does itch, a bit like us humans can especially if we have been bitten by a fly you know the one you know you really shouldn't but you just can't help yourself.
He has been known to wait for me to walk away from him and then reverse on to a fence to rub his tail on but as soon as he hears me coming back stops and pretends he hasn't been doing anything except the bog brush tail gives the game away.
This years game seems to be, he has a tall traffic cone in his new field and he now manevours himself over the top and scratches his belly with it, it looks rather rude especially with the delirious dreamy expression on his face.
My guy does itch all year round but more so when the weather becomes warmer which coincides with flies coming out and sweating.
He wears a fly rug and so far apart from 1 rub on his tail which did not break the skin and 1 rub of his mane which did break the skin just gives the usuall general itches in these areas.
On his face he does rub but it is usually round his eyes the bottom of his ears and under his forelock which is where he sweats when he gets to hot or sweats under the bridle (except for the eyes bit).
He doesn't madly try to itch on everything he can find but it seems to be more of a case of gets carried away when he does itch, a bit like us humans can especially if we have been bitten by a fly you know the one you know you really shouldn't but you just can't help yourself.
He has been known to wait for me to walk away from him and then reverse on to a fence to rub his tail on but as soon as he hears me coming back stops and pretends he hasn't been doing anything except the bog brush tail gives the game away.
This years game seems to be, he has a tall traffic cone in his new field and he now manevours himself over the top and scratches his belly with it, it looks rather rude especially with the delirious dreamy expression on his face.