The best thing about owning a draft (Percheron) is looking into their beautiful eyes everyday. Ahab's eyes are so deep and dark and fathomless, and when his black forelock tumbles down past them I feel as though I'm looking into his naked soul. And the fundamental question always lurking quietly behind them; "Are you going to give me that apple, or what?"
The worst thing? Well, we've dealt successfully with picking up those huge feet, moving over at feed time, the fountains of smegma are no longer an issue, but it is still impossible to ride him beyond a clip clop down the road and back. I am so frustrated by that; it's driving me bonkers! And getting a second horse, my ideal option is out because he beats up any other equine in his area. But he does have those lovely eyes.