He was known as Ranger and a more fitting name there never has been. Unencumbered he ranged throughout the neighborhood but every night he came to me for shelter, and everyday he came for safety, but most of all I think he came for love. It was months after he fi rst started showing up at my place before he ever allowed the first tentative touch. He came and observed and found shelter in the barn. Any attempt though to connect other than just by being present and he would bolt. I began by making a big to do of touching and petting Max, my dog, anytime Ranger was watching. I made sure that he knew that it was pleasing to Max. As the weeks past he began to reduce the physical distance and his personal safety zone began to diminish. He felt safest when he could approach from behind so when he approached, I never turned to face him. I always let him define his safety zone. Then one day there was contact. The faintest touch of his nose to the back of my c
Mindfulness of the Horse