I swear, I’ve become Willie Wonka in the eyes of my horses. They see me outside and come high-tailing it over to the fence to see what I’ve brought for them. If I’ve come outside to work in the garden, it is unfathomable to them that I might be there for some other reason than to service their insatiable gullets. So, ask me, do I ever refuse them a treat? Hell, no. Which makes my horsies well-trained.