Ever played "Marco Polo"..with a pet?

When we lived on our Morehead, KY, family farm, I'd tether the horses out to graze until they let us know when they wanted back into the pasture.

I often went to fetch them after sunset, and Black Jack, my son Nathan's horse, was especially impossible to see in the dark, so I'd play "Marco Polo" with him.

I'd say, "Black Jack!" and he'd answer with a nicker.
"Black Jack!"
Nicker
"Black Jack!"
Nicker

I'd be walking in the direction of his nickered responses, with my hands held out, repeating his name and getting responses until my hands touched him.

Photo is of my eight-year-old daughter skijoring on Black Jack, pulling Nathan, 11 years old.