Had two horses as a kid, Cocoa, the sweetest trotter you'd ever meet and Ken, the nastiest SOB rust red and white patched, IDK the breeds. It was my job to give them a bail of hay every day, clean the trough, etc. Ken would charge me, kick at me and one day, he stomped my miniature golden retriever Kelly and she died. He had a lot of room but would always run the fence line along the driveway like he was looking for a fight. He was the devils incarnate of a horse, I wish I knew the breed.
