All living beings take in information and store the data in their brain in the form of holograms as though viewing a movie. As with people, given the right surrounding circumstances, the hologram/movie is relived as when it originally the data was originally imprinted.

The original horse, named Shorty, was purchased as a family horse by my brother. Shorty was only 14 hands one inch (one hand = 4 inches and is measured at the hightest point of the shoulder). He was a retired barrel racer owned by the local riding stable, according to my brother, in Cobleskill, New York, the college town where my brother attended the community college. Shorty was a fairly nondescript looking horse in that he had none of the flashyness associated with white markings. In fact, he was a dark chocolate brown, so dark to the point of appearing to be black. He had a black mane and tail and black around his muzzle. 

He had nothing characteristic of any particular breed to speak of. He was "just" another grade horse to most anyone's perception. He had, however, scars along his underline where no hair grew. He had reportedly been in a horse trailer when the brakes caught on fire.

He was rather high strung and with minimal schooling by me, he was easily very collected in his gait almost as you would expect of the Lippizaner stallions of the Vienna Spanish Riding Academy. He also was sensitive to shifting weight and could turn on a dime for the rider's command by weight and/or a light touch of the reins - much to sometimes the chagrin of the rider. He loved to take an inexperienced rider back to the barn rather than do as the rider wanted. He did not even consider these antics with the rider who would not tolerate it and seemed proud to easily take advantage of those who did not.

One day, the farrier (horseshoer) Russ B was there trimming all the horse's feet and my plan was to put shoes on Shorty so his feet would not receive excessive wear making them sore. 

When it was Shorty's turn, Russ trimmed Shorty's feet with ease.  Shorty was extremely light on his feet and was by no means at all hard on the person's back who was working on cleaning, trimming or shoeing the horse. 

When Russ had all of Shorty's hooves prepared for the shoes, he lit up the portable forge (used to make the metal shoes pliable with the addition of heat) he carried on the back of his truck for this purpose. 

I reminded Russ of Shorty's prior experience with the trailer brake fire and advised I did not know how he would react.  We were working inside a very old wooden barn constructed of hand-hewn supporting beams and pegged crossbeams that stood lining the hay mows in the barn. 

Russ had the first shoe fit made about right by heating it in the forge and hammering it into shape.  He then approached Shorty and lifted the gelding's left rear hoof.  So far, everything was fine.

Since Russ did what they call "hot shoe" rather than cool the shoe in a bucket of water, he placed the red hot shoe on Shorty's foot, burning the shoe's impression in Shorty's foot.  Inasmuch as that part of the horse's hoof is not sensitive to pain and is likened more to the human fingernail, most horses do not object to this being done.  Such was not the case with Shorty, as he drew the hind foot up underneath him and let it fly to the rear.... as soon as one could smell the smoke and hear the sizzle.