I was just thinking about that thread today.
Last night, just like anyother night, I go out to feed the animals, two horses and a burro. Each one is on a differant diet so they get locked in their stalls for dinner. I usually feed the boss hoss first to keep an even keel in the herd, but last night he wouldn't go into his stall from the attached corral. So, horse #2 runs into his stall and I feed him. My horse is outside the #2 horse's stall at the gate. I should have known he was pissed.
I opened the stall door and WHAM, a freshly shod size 1 hoof to the right side of my chest. I retreated back into the stall and fall to my knees gasping for breath. I recovered in about 30 seconds and grabbed a lead rope and beat the snot out of that freaking dog food on the hoof. Well, maybe three lashes and no dinner for him.
This morning, I go into the corral and he walks up to me and drops his head. WTF, reminds me of a few women I dated.
Mike