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While I was talking, I noticed Marie looking past me into the pen. A gentle smile crossed her face. “My goodness,” she said just above a whisper. “Look!”

I slowly turned and looked into the arena to see that Laddy had walked all the way to the middle of the pen. His head was down and he was smelling the sand right about where I had been standing. He pawed the sand several times, keeping his head down, and then he quietly raised his head and looked in our direction.

Marie told me that was the first time she could remember when he had actually made any effort to come toward someone, even though he stopped way short of where we were standing, and even though he probably wasn’t trying to come over to us. Just the simple fact that he made the effort to advance rather than retreat was a pretty big deal for him, and one that gave us a starting point.

I suggested that for the next several days Marie try to work with him by just repeating what I had done and see if it made any difference. I would be back in a week and take another look at him then.