Some time ago I put up pictures of Gael and Sammy, two Shetland ponies that live on the Black Isle in the most amazing environment. There owner ordered a copy of my book, and following some email conversations, this prompted to stick my holiday pin in this part of the UK so that we could go to visit. Whilst progress had been made, and the farrier had been able to attend to her hooves twice, Gael was prone to going backwards in her training whenever there was intervention that she considered to be too much for her little soul.
Of course, Julie and I were tempted to play and used tiny rolled up bit of bread as clickered-rewards to ask her to accept being touched and to have a lead rein draped around her face as if it were a headcollar.