I had a hard day at work and then tried to change a dressing on my yearling filly's rear fetlock on MY schedule. Of course she wouldn't keep her foot on the ground. Lots of incongruence in the stall.
I lost my temper and yelled at her and yanked on the halter. My husband, the non-horse person, reminded me to step back and take deep breaths. Lots of them.
After I calmed down and finished the job, on Lili's schedule, I begged her forgiveness. Which, being a horse, and a fairly evolved one at that, she gave me.
I know better. There's no excuse. I feel terrible.
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