This is where the hate part comes in. I don't hate him, he on the other hand hates everyone, probably himself too, possibly why he's so moody all the time. Just by being in the same field as him, you're not in the safest of situations as he is quite fond of biting people, so much so, that one day my father had to get up from dinner, run outside and hop over the gate into the field, which is right beside our house and explain to a woman why she couldn't be in there and try to rub him (I still don't understand why she went in there anyway??)(honestly this happens more often than you'd believe)
On the other hand, even if he is quite unfriendly, I do love him and I get a great laugh out of him. Especially the time the farrier came to trim both of their hooves and as he is a tad mad, he refused to have a head collar put on him so he could be held, and raced around the field, with the farrier and a helper running around after him, which went on for about 30 minutes- no exaggeration at all. I watched on from the kitchen window because I was enjoying it too much to actually go and help. They did catch him though eventually and both ponies hooves were done and no farriers were harmed (luckily).
-TW