Join Date: Jul 2010
Location: Western Australia
• Horses: 0
My dad was telling me about the old milk cart horse from when he was a kid, Charlie, who knew his route that well that he'd wait until the milkman had grabbed an order and then continue to the next stop and wait. One day there was a new police officer in town who saw what he thought was a loose horse and tried to stop Charlie. The moment he reached for the bridle he had his fingers nipped and Charlie continued to stop at the next house a few metres away like nothing had happened.
Apparently nothing stopped Charlie in his duty except my great aunt. She and Charlie were in the habit of having a biscuit/cookie when the milk was delivered to her place. She ended up in hospital for a few weeks and the first day Charlie stopped at her house and would not move for anything. Eventually the milkman had to go find him a biscuit so he'd continue with his work lol
"People say a horse can't cry; but they don't know, because we cry inside" Mark Twain