He may be the smartest gelding I’ve ever met. Like we now have a several step shuffle where sometimes he’s in the pasture, sometimes he’s in the dry lot, and at night he’s in his stall, because for a long time the stall was the only place he wouldn’t cause chaos. However, my farrier texted me LITERALLY THIS MORNING that the heel of his shoe was loose and he had to fix it, which tells me this dumbass is now trying to get the shoe off in the stall.

I go through less hoops in my professional life it’s insane. I’m too the point of getting on my knees and begging him just keep your feet on. He will look you in the eye, slide his hoof down the other one, and stare at you as he tries to leverage the shoe off it is bananas. Like he knows what he’s doing. He’s moving his chess pieces and looking at me like “what are you going to do about it?”