I learned to hate Shetland ponies when I was a kid. My house was out in the fields, which were usually populated by cows as the next farm along was a dairy farm, but once a year the farmer would, for some reason, plonk a stack of Shelties in there with the cows. And the evil little buggers would round up the cows and stampede them through our barbed wire fence into the garden, and then through a dry stone wall out onto the road.

But then I wasn't a fan of horses anyway - the girls used to tether their ponies in the bike sheds during school and we couldn't go and get our bikes without getting bitten, stepped on, shat on etc