Feeding time next. Slack was added to my nose restraint so I could lower my face into the bowl Daddy designated for me. Something soft and mushy. Water was also offered of course.
Since no mammal can remain healthy kept stationary, after a morning wash, I was released from the stall. A smug Carlos led me about by my nose ring. In good weather he walked me about in a corralled area adjacent the barn, my impinged muscles even more unstable in being held immobile for many hours. I was limbered aside the other horses, Carlos deemed not ready to handle precious breeding stock.
Thereafter came the more intense humiliation. My breast chain, at the nape of my neck, was hooked to a cord hanging from an overhead pole. When tightened it tensioned the breast chain and pulled on the spikes, presentin
