[EnderWiggin1970]

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.

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."

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[tired&retired]

LOL...

I had a big Nubian dairy Goat that I never dehorned.

She would hit you from behind and sent you flying.

When she ate all my blueberry bushes and then danced on my car, she was GONE.

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We had three horses, Dad’s, my brother’s, and mine. We went on a ride with a friend of my Dad’s who rode his horse. Four of us, out in the country. We stopped at a local gas station, as the friend wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes. While he was inside, somehow my horse got her rear leg tangled up in a gas pump hose. She started bucking, and I’m hanging on for dear life. She finally got free, I didn’t fall off, but she actually knocked the gas pump off its stand. My Dad had to buy the owner a new pump.

Dad hated that horse, and she hated him back. Once, after a ride, Dad had his saddle hanging from a rope by the saddle horn. She backed up against it and just unloaded the biggest mess of horse crap I ever saw all over it.

He was cussing up a blue streak, calling her everything he could think of, and we were laughing so hard we couldn’t stand up.