Except Rubbish. Rubbish is mischievous to be sure, but for the most part, we're wild about each other. I call him Puppeh (Puppy). He was meant to be my big gaited show horse, but instead it looks like we're doing dressage. (Think ballroom dancing on horseback). The only drawback is that I have to keep him at the barn out in Forest Grove (at least it's by work, so I see him 5 times a week).
He's keeping me happy and poor.