I used to clean the stalls on the weekends for my uncle for some spending money when I was a kid. Great way to make a quick fifty bucks for a couple hours of work. The horses were all chill. They’d leave you alone and let you work. The one pony was a fucking piece of shit. You put him in a different stall or he’d get behind you and bite at your ass cheeks or your arms the whole time. Absolute rat bastard.
He also had a donkey that was the sweetest, neediest guy. He’d follow you along the fence begging for attention. Sometimes, I’d grab a few carrots just for him before heading over.
We had a pony as a kid.
That guy was a ball of hatred and malice.
I used to clean the stalls on the weekends for my uncle for some spending money when I was a kid. Great way to make a quick fifty bucks for a couple hours of work. The horses were all chill. They’d leave you alone and let you work. The one pony was a fucking piece of shit. You put him in a different stall or he’d get behind you and bite at your ass cheeks or your arms the whole time. Absolute rat bastard.
He also had a donkey that was the sweetest, neediest guy. He’d follow you along the fence begging for attention. Sometimes, I’d grab a few carrots just for him before heading over.
I once found a donkey. It was as desperate for attention as I was to not be working at the moment. Things worked out.
We had two. One was a Shetland. Very sweet. Absolute darling. The other one? Couldn’t even go near it. Total asshole.
Had two ponies growing up and 15-18 horses on the ranch.
The two ponies were absolute assholes. Vicious aggressive beast who hated people. The farrier charged double for them.
The 17 hand paint was a big puppy. He’d follow us around looking for loves and your sandwich. He would beg for a PB&J.