Horses! Dangerous at both ends and bloody uncomfortable in the middle.
Please to hear that their food is good for something.
In case you haven't guessed I am one of those Dad's who fell for "can I have a pony pleeeaaase, I will look after it, promise" and then spent every morning travelling down to Otford to feed it and clean out it's stable. That was more than 40 years ago but memories flooded back when my Granddaughter jumped on my knee, gave me a big hug out of nowhere and (you guessed it) "Can I have a Pony? At just on three year old she has a way to go but she has planted the seed. Fortunately they live way up Byron way so Simon (son in law) can have the pleasure of early morning feeds if she ever gets her pony.
In the meantime I got on the bandsaw and cut out a toy "Pony" that will have to do for now.
Cheers all you Granddad's
Paikea