A cobly virtue
Out in the field in our New Zealands as yesterday. Dad had intended to ride me when we came in at four but needed to bathe and treat the three or four sore points on Dibby's flank following either some excessively energetic grooming or rubbing on the fence when we went out without rugs at the start of the recent warm weather. Dibby was very patient and still while he was treated and I stood quietly when this was done before we were rugged up and put in our stables for tea. Patience is a cobly virtue.