WG, I’m not being silly but…
Let me share this little story. In the early 80’s I was grooming for a STB trainer. I took care of a pacing stallion named Deadly Breeze. He was, until the day he died, the meanest SOB you ever met. You could not, when I started, walk in his stall without a ball bat. The short version is, it took me months to win his trust, years to win his affection.
When I left the barn suddenly to take care of my father, the trainer called me. He wouldn’t eat, and turned on anyone that tried to enter his stall.
For over 4 days.
I’ve only known 2 horses that I didn’t like, who truly hated everyone, and other horses.
I’ve had horses that bonded as closely with me as a dog.
So perhaps, I just prefer my horses to enjoy my company as much as I do theirs.