Shies away from introductions and heads for the beer keg
Follows you, and only you, around meekly. But if someone asks him a direct question, he bolts for the bathroom
Refuses to leave the car, and has to be urged into the facility with a cattle prod
Joins in with any conversation. Actually, with every conversation. He noses his way into everyone's business
You can't coax him to go out to any social function.
Sweet feed with extra molasses. You can never have too much energy, right?
Just a scoop of whatever you've got will do. He wouldn't want to be considered picky.
Eat feed? Snort. Make me. I'll eat when I'm good and ready.
Your lunch bag. Or the other meese's feed tubs. Or those treats in your pockets. He'll eat wherever he can feel included.
A tripple thick nylon halter with steel fittings and built in noose on the nose, because you just know he's going to flip out and you'll need all the control you can get.
You just wrap a piece of string around his neck for identification, as you know he's never going to leave your side. Well, until he jumps from his own shadow and flattens you.
Something metalic. Like a tow chain. For hooking up to your bumper for when he decides he's not gonna move anywhere.
A sparkly purple leopard print halter with extra bling bling. You just know your diva will love it.
In a huge paddock, with lots of open spaces and no shadows. He needs lots of room to run and run and run
In his stall. In your house. Anywhere enclosed and safe. Preferably with law enforcement on speed dial.
You don't even bother to try to put him somewhere. He's obviously wherever he wanted to be already or he wouldn't be there.
A grass lot or a dirt paddock, it doesn't matter as long as he has lots of BUDDIES to annoy and strut his superior self in front of
He goes in a round pen, of course. After bolting around 20 or 30 times he should be tired enough to maybe ride in the same pen for a few minutes
You get enough exercise coaxing him from the barn to a paddock. You balance a can of grain in one hand, shake a whip behind him with the other and try encourage him to enjoy the great outdoors. You're both tired after that.
You tack him up as he munches grass, never giving you a second look. You strap on your spurs and tuck the crop in your boots, thinking maybe today will be the day you get him to take a step forward, but knowing in your heart the only thing that will be moving is you through the air as he completes a very uncooperative buck
Ride him or drive him, your moose is tolting in the paddock to go! But only if his buddies are going with him. If you try to take him out alone, you'll learn how fast that fella can move as you beeline back to his girlfriends.