[Drawsing]

My first job as a teenager was taking care of 25 horses in a boarding stable. My job was to let them into their stalls and feed them etc... Each horse had a definite personality. Some were kickers. They would put their nose in the feedbox and start kicking behind them immediately as a reflex action. Others were biters and some were gentle. The stallion's stall was completely enclosed in strong fencing material. I was not allowed to feed him until the owner or an experienced assistant could go in and lead him out of the stall.

Some of the horses were stump-suckers. They would grab their stall door with their teeth, bare their gums and inhale forcefully. They did this until the wood was all chewed up and the owner had to coat the wood with tar to prevent this behavior.

[hedgetrimmer]

I took care of a stable once that had a stallion. He was an Arabian that had for some reason been running wild in the Sierra Nevada mountains for a while, until he was caught by the man that owned the stable.

I never walked past his stable door, I walked way around it. He would lunge out and try to bite if you got too close to his stall door. He was covered with scars, because if there was a mare in heat near him, he would just run through the fence; he was a very difficult animal to manage.

I cared for the other horses no problem, but this one had to be put out of his stall before I would go in and clean it.