Mac hates his meds. I don't blame him, but it's like medicating a child...he needs it, so he's got to take it, like it or not. He squinches his nostrils and pinches his lips shut, just like a toddler--"I won't open my mouth and you can't make me." But we can. Post-medication, he refuses a conciliatory chunk of carrot that my other horses were always willing to have after a mouthful of something they didn't like. An hour later, though...
Here's a picture of Mac in happier days, a chilly spring day when he and Illusion, let out after a period of rain, had just rolled (hence the dirt on his back.)
I mean to post a picture of Illusion, too. On the same day as above, when Mac rolled once and then got up demurely, Illusion ignored dignity and rolled and rolled:
