Smokes entertains himself by fence fighting with the dogs. He used to canter up and down the fence line to drive the dogs into a frenzy, but has found that it works just as well to stand at the fence and make suggestive movements with his head.
I don’t enjoy this hobby of his, but am glad to see its return. For a while, a month or so ago, he had quit doing so. In fact, he was so shutdown and shrunk into himself that I though he might be starting the equine equivalent of turning his face to the wall. He had become very lame on his bad leg, probably due to stamping at flies, and had stopped moving around much, probably due to the pain of the abused knee. However, the flies are gone, and Smoke is back to his old, obnoxious self.