As usual, I’m writing what I know.

Dan’s brother John ran trotting horses for a while. A horse named Poseidon didn’t like him.

Dan and I were petting old Posey when John warned us, “Be careful of that horse, he bites.”

“What?  Old Posey? He’s a nice horse!”

Ten minutes later, Posey tried to do this to John. It was a personal thing.