Your pony stories have brought back some memories of my own. When I was about 11 or 12 years old my mom talked my dad into buying a Shetland for me. Sandy never liked to be ridden and saddling him was always a chore. He would try and bite me when he was offered treats, continually stepped on my feet, and liked to escape his box stall every Sunday morning. I thought that he had most likely been mistreated by former owners. I later bought a Palomina named Jessie and she was just a joy to ride.
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Ooh I always wanted a palomino! And a black one, a dark bay, a dapple grey... you get where I'm going with this?
We think Nimbus had a tough time of it from his behaviour when he arrived. He's settled down now (a bit) and he's not nasty, just naughty :)