I was too tired to ride after, so I brought the ball down from the loft and tossed it in the arena. Ashke's ears snapped up and he knew exactly what it was for. When I went to get him, he shoved his head in the halter and all but dragged me to the gate, stealing sideways, longing glances at his favorite toy.
I missed the parts of him rearing and striking at the ball because I forgot I had my phone in my pocket. He has gotten much better at putting it where he wants it, though.
And I find it so very funny that the scary end is not so scary when you are playing.
You can hear the horses in their stalls snorting in alarm. I had to laugh every time Ashke took the ball over to show it to Beau (they hate each other the way little kids on the playground hate each other). And I almost lost it when he slid over the top of the ball while he was playing.