Seems weird to refer to him as a tank because he is literally the sweetest horse in the world. We went to The Good Place to pick up Dorothy and Richard and there was no way we were leaving without Tucker. He made himself known to us by nudging us over the stall door, playing music with the wires on the stall door. He was pretty cute so we brought him home.
He was housed with Primrose up until her passing and he is now in with the regular herd. He is settling in nicely and seems to be getting accepted quite well. Tucker, comes running every time he sees me coming. He loves attention and basically puts his head in the halter himself to come anywhere I want to take him. So incredible in love with this horse, it’s hard to believe he hasn’t been here forever.