After I refilled the loose mineral pail (pictured in the background to the left), Mago conspired to scoot away with the empty paper bag and fling it around like a flag. He had a little trouble tossing it up to get it over the doorway to give it back to me, knowing that this was the way to regain approval and get a treat.
Now he poses trying to look handsome and appeal to me to brush him and not leave for a few days. I've never had a horse quite like him before. And darn it if I don't miss him too. They manage to get under your skin somehow.
