Anyone who has worked training horses for years has been mad enough to kick them if horses weren’t so darn tall. If not, they are lying.
My horses got out and in the middle of the night and were on my neighbor’s back patio kicking their trash cans around. We keep their feed in a trash can!
And goats. I remember the time I went down to the barn on a Saturday morning to collect eggs in my pajamas. While bent over a curious billy goat came up behind me, stuck his horned head between my legs, which startled me, which startled him so that he lifted his head with a jerk. Next thing I know I'm riding a stupid unhappy goat, which quickly resulted in the both of us toppling over sideways into some mud.
When I got back to the house I was like, "Don't ask. Don't even ask."