Oh Yea! You have to pick out the hay from your purse, the back seat of your truck always has a halter and lead there, you actually try a piece of the new horses treat you purchased.
When my mom was in the last stages of cancer, time away from the house was very limited. I'd go days, sometimes weeks before I could get down to the barn and say a one on one hello to my boys. I'd rub my hands and press my face into their fur. Back at the house I'd put off washing my hands as long as possible, just would sit and breathe in that wonderful smell off my hands. They smell so wonderful and it was a breath of peace and sanity.