I have been working with my new two-year old filly. She is learning stall manners and such. She now gets over, backs out of her stall when told and understands waiting her turn.
I have been brushing her and touching her all over with my hands, a rope and a leather strap. I have been putting an old, much too large, collar over her head. We do this once or twice a day. She now pushes her head through to help get that collar on.
Today, I put an old harness on her. I just put it on and let her stand a while. I jiggled chains. I dropped the chain. I let the tug slide slide up and down her leg. I walked from side to side moving things around, lifting them up and letting them drop to settle back on her back.
She paid me no mind. I dragged the harness off, then put it right back on. She could not have cared less. The look in her eye says it all. I am not afraid. You keep me safe from the boggy man, so I trust you.
I am a happy man. We have come a long way since she got here thinking she was in charge. She needed manners. She is going to be a nice horse to train. I will hitch her soon.