Hahaha!!!! Fair enough. They're not for everybody, I suppose...*disgruntled sigh* just kidding.
Okay then how about this? Here is my broodmare, Pixie. She is a registered American Saddlebred. She is my GAL! She would even nudge her foal away from me so she could get all the love.(he'd just nudge her back and come back to me). When I weaned him, she wasn't even worried. We stood at the open barn door and watched the rain, while her colt was freaking out in the stall. She took it very well.
With her maidenish figure.
And here is her foal, Daniel. It was like he was imprinted in the womb. The day after he was born, he already came up "Hey watcha doin'?" No BIT of fear in this one. I contribute it to him being able to hear in the womb like human babies, and was already used to my voice.
These pictures were taken at about two weeks old. At four days, he came down with "Joint Ill" in his stifle. He couldn't get up. That night the vet gave him a 50/50 chance of making it through that night, and a very slim chance that he would make a full recovery. He gave him lots of some sort of fluid, and planned on coming back the next morning and flushing the joint. When he came back the next day, my little boy had made such a dramatic recovery, that the vet decided against the invasive procedure that may have damaged him for life, and gave him a large list of medicine. Four shots a day for ten days. These were on his first adventure outside.
Those were all before he was weaned. When he was pretty. Now, he is the ugliest horse I have ever seen. If we drew a cross on his back, we could say he was a donkey. Hehehe. He is taking his "ugly stage" VERY seriously. I hope he grows out of it soon and some of his early promise comes back. With his winter hair, he looks like the Wolfman. I'll try to get pictures of him. It's so cute. His personality is about his only redeeming quality.
He's the one on the left in case you can't tell. Hehehe.
Don't get me wrong. I love him dearly.