Dear WW: I knew nothing about horses, until the daughter I am now living with came home in tears, because an arrogant ignorant witch had compelled owner of a horse my daughter had been able to ride to get rid of it because of an equine encephalitis scare. So I bought her a retired runner named
Danny Boy.And thereby opened a Pandora's box of demons.
My wife said "If she can have a horse, I can have cows." (And sheep, and pigs, and goats.)