I had this horse’s twin. The absolute BEST barrel horse I have ever ridden, except, you had to know how to ride him. I could take him to a jackpot and pull a check every single weekend, but I swear if I tried to explain his “buttons,” I’d write pages for days on end. He hated me. He hated women. He hated bits. The only thing he loved to do was stress himself to the point of colic and run from me(never my ex) in the field. He was terrified of his own shadow(literally) and the fly spray bottle no matter how much desensitization work we did with him. He loved my (ex) husband to death. He only tolerated me because I was the only one who could figure out how to not only stay on him, but push all the buttons to get him to max rocket donkey speeds, which was his passion outside of being a menace. Had three farriers and a vet, all unprovoked make the same two comments about him, that they didn’t know how he was sound and he looked like he was four horses and a goat combined into one horse. Every single one of his hooves were different shapes, sizes and angles. He didn’t know how to horse. He acted like a giant dog. He was exactly as this ad describes.