My Hackney pony’s registered name was Get Crackin’. I called him Crackers, but on a day that he was being particularly difficult (he was a bolter), it was Crackhead. Some of my neighbors were horrified when they heard me call him that.
Our pony Salt, who was too smart for his own good, probably thought his name was “Salt, QUIT!” for the first year he lived with us. Interestingly, he became a solid citizen when he figured out we wouldn’t beat him. I may have shared this in this thread before; if so, sorry!
Rebecca