Jack was one of the most reliable coloured cobs you could ever have asked to meet. He hacked out once or twice a week in walk and trot around the lanes, safe and apparently sound. He was easy to do in every way, except for the farrier. There, he had reached the point of being practically unmanageable. He didn't do anything nasty, but he wouldn't pick his foot up (none of them), and if you pushed the point, he would just walk through you, and through whatever else was in his way. He had knocked down a fence, and a stable wall, simply leaning into them in his desire not to pick up his foot.