Because I have to practice not rushing, I didn't head straight down into the barn for chores tonight. I stood outside first, surrounded by falling lake-effect snow. Just like Scout.
She was very curious about what I was doing, and kept close by, even though I wanted a distance picture.
She presented her muzzle, adorned with ice crystals.
And she took the time to tell Kee-pad to back off.
She has a way of looking at me that often seems to suggest an imperative. The imperative is treats. I broke up a whole two-pound bag of carrots, tossing them across the paddock in pieces, sending the snow ponies off in search of fresh treasure. It took time, and it gave me time.