Have a weird childhood pet story?
When I was sixteen, my mare, La Bruja, foaled while I was attending the Haiti missionary kid (MK) summer camp. I didn’t even know she had been pregnant.
The colt, Suki, was born white, but soon turned buckskin like his mom. But Suki knew who his father was, streaking back and forth between where my stallion, Lightning, and La Bruja were tethered.
I had read that the 6th century Greek wrestler, Milo of Croton, lifted and carried a newborn calf every day for four years as it grew up, gradually becoming very strong in the process, so, soon after his birth, I began carrying Suki around for ten minutes every day..
He didn’t think much of this, but since he was too little to protest, he had to accept it.
After a couple of months, I spent the weekend at a friend’s house, and upon my return, despite my best efforts, I could only get the front part of Suki off the ground.
I continued to struggle to lift him until he’d had enough.
With an angry squeal, Suki suddenly stomped down hard on my bare foot with his sharp pogo-stick hoof, gave a mighty heave, and shook himself loose.
That ended my Milo of Croton strength hopes, and I soon abandoned further lifting attempts.