That was a great poem JB, you had me going till the end. I thought it was about a horse for sure, some of the best are the sorriest lookers but they got the heart and the try, that's what is the most important. Most people don't particularly like the horses I ride, too much horse for most, have a grade palomino that don't know the words quit, give up, or loose. there isn't a cow that can get away, you just better be in the saddle to stay when you point him at something cause he's going after it. Got a double bred Hancock with some paint in him waiting to be two, can't wait for that one. He's different from most Hancocks though, he calls to you when you walk out the door in the morning and loves attention, maybe the paint in him. Have a good day.