When my colt was very young... just a few months. He was always in my pocket. He thought I was his best buddy. On one occasion I was sitting on a bail of hay, doing something and not paying attention. Next thing I knew he had crawled up into my lap like a big oversized lap dog!

On another occasion he reared up and put his front legs on my shoulder so he could get close and nuzzle my cheek. (Scared the crap outta me, let me tell ya!) We nipped that one in the bud immediatly and I showed him other more productive ways to give "Mom" (or would that be Grandma? -- his Mother was my mare Velvet) loves!