So, Gusto loves his horse - this is a known fact (older picture):
And Gusto has this thing where when he's worried, or lazy, or wants to see something far away, he just randomly flings himself at my body until he ends up on top of me (older picture):
Two lovely, sweet quirks that stand alone in the world. Until yesterday, when Gusto went hacking with us in the very-tall grass of the hay meadow, and, when I stopped to let Mr Anorexic graze a bit, decided he was tired of walking in the deep grass and wanted a ride home. So he started just randomly flinging himself at Tristan.
I'm very tempted to teach him to jump up and ride with me, but mostly worried that he'd get worried, bail, and wind up hurting himself. Tristan is pretty tall.
And patient. Oh, good lord, is Tristan patient. At various points, Gusto was throwing himself against Tristan's neck, belly, and hip.