Ever Wonder If You Were A Horse What Kind You'd Be?

Because I was bored and had nothing better to do.

Because I love horses.

Because I thought this would be a good challenge.

Because the title looked interesting.

I'm always energetic and in a good mood, never bored.

I am always looking out for the welfare of others.

I love to take on physical activities. Hiking, camping you name it.

I am someone people can rely upon if things go wrong.

I spend a lot of time on my looks, what clothes to wear, how to do my hair ect.

I'm a little bit on the unique side, I don't fit in with the crowd because I tend to stick out.

I am always content.

I like to spend my time playing violent video games and protesting in washington. Did I mention I love riots?

I'm hyper and thin.

I'm in the middle.

I'm slower and a bit bulky.

I start pacing in my pasture and make a ruckus, hopefully some nearby humans will hear that something is going on and help her!

I turn my face away, there's nothing more I can do here.

I break through the fence, run over there and try to stomp those dogs head in. The dogs end up running away and the mare ends up being fine, let's just hope the humans don't notice the broken fence...

I back up, charge the corral fence and jump over it. Run to the mare and fight off the dogs, you get injured in the process but at least she's safe.

I try to think of a way to help that doesn't involve me getting dirty.

I act nervous and jumpy. It looks real cramped in there. I don't like it.

I calm myself and do as the human wishes of me.

I try to get away by any means necassary. I start backing up, rearing. There's no way they're getting me in there.

I don't want to go in but I don't want to fight either. So I just stand still, try as they want they ain't making me budge.

I don't, I just ignore them.

I run up to them neighing, tail in the air. "Hey ya'll look at me!!"

I approach them cautiosly, you never know if they are friend or foe.

I elegantly approach them, I suppose I can see if any of them are worthy of my company.

I run over there aggressivly, it's time to show them who's now calling the shots around here.

I nervously walk up to them, hope I don't get rejected.

I calmly walk up to them and nicker. I am friendly see?

Yes, humans are all knowing creatures.

I trust this human up to a point. If I see any funny business then my calm demeanor is gonna change.

Hey I don't know this person, get that THING away from me.

I really am not that worried about it. Or anything in particular, let em do whatever he/she wants.

Yes, this is taking way too long. I'm gonna pass them all up and set the pace myself.

If my human is content with this then I am too..... all though it would be nice if we could speed things up a bit.

I don't know why I am following any body. I should be in the front regardless of pace.

What I really don't get is why we are following a trail. Where's the adventure? We should be exploring the wilds, making our own trail.

I don't mind the pace. I should be saving my energy for later.

All I can think about is how I'm gonna buck this person off my back....

I keep going, I push myself as hard as I can.

I'm not really that tired, I love testing my athletic abilities. I give this race my 110%.

I decide now is a good time to buck this person off of me.

I slow down, too much work for just one silly race.

In a rodeo...... as a bucking bronc.

In a rodeo as a working cow horse.

Out on the wild plains of nevada with other free roaming horses.

In horse shows, doing dressage and such. Being in the spotlight.

On a quiet ranch. Being there for my human family whenever they need me.

Happily dozing off in my stall. Everyday, multiple times a day.

Pulling fancy, high prestige carriages.

Performing mounted bullfighting in Spain.