Darth Tonka

I did something new and probably stupid today. I finally fitted Tonka with the grazing muzzle I bought months ago and, after I widened the opening, he was able to nibble some grass (instead of standing pathetically around and breathing like Darth Vader). With my heart in my throat I turned him out with Raven for two morning hours, which made him as happy as I've ever seen him. They even played for a few sweet seconds, chasing each other around like yearlings. Now I'm watching him like a hawk for any signs of soreness, wondering if I will ever be able to do it again. Keep your fingers crossed!