He marched over to his breakfast, but his temper got the best of him. He tossed his head, gave a small squeal, and then proceeded to act like a total nut. He bucked and charged around his paddock letting the world know how poorly he had been treated. I was actually a bit concerned that he was going to temper tantrum his way into a colic.
Once he got it out of his system, he finally went to finish his breakfast. By the time I left, he was standing quietly in the sun and was happy to get his face rubbed. I don't know what he'll be like the next time I get on him, but I hope that Chemaine was able to work out the worst of his temper.
Good thing I like this horse.