As it now seems that the behavioral dysfunctions of horses have been attributed to the inherent viciousness or mischievousness of their species, which evolved from a corgi-sized, cloven-hoofed herbivore into a large legal liability, with attendant concerns about their potential to bite, snuffle, drool, roll on the ground in the muddiest possible area just after being bathed, and to appear at their most endearing when they are doing something terrible, like breaking into the grain bin or chewing the new fence, I will need to give unsuspecting humans a heads-up.
In barns and arenas across Connecticut, one sees this terse generic advisory: “This is an equine facility. Enter at your own risk.”
