We all really liked our horse, Buddy. He was a Standard bred, coal black, with a white star on his forehead and four white socks. He seemed to really enjoy pulling our little buggy and I enjoyed driving him as well.
He had only one fault, if you can call it that. He absolutely loved our children and did everything he could to be with them. He would painstakingly use his teeth to unlatch the gate to his field and several times a week I would look out the window to see him standing next to the sandbox or swing where the children were playing, just watching them. He seemed to have a special interest in the sandbox and would lower his head and watch intently as they dug ponds and built castles.
I would go out and he always let me hold his halter to lead him back to his pasture where he would then stand at the gate and look longingly into the yard. I always felt a little sorry for him when I put him back to his pasture since he really wasn't doing any harm in the yard and he was so gentle and the children always enjoyed when he came to visit them.