"Ed! Where did you get those fucking apples? You stole those fucking apples from Mr. Greeley's tree, didn't you?"
"Nooooo, Wilbur. I found them."
"Where, Ed? Where the fuck did you find them?"
"Underneath Mr. Greeley's tree."
I would love to own a horse. Not so much for any other purpose, but to own it. I would buy a Clydesdale, and let him just live on the farm I would own...he would be named Algebra.
You probably don't want to hear this, but my advice is to not buy a horse. It seems like a decision that will be very easy to regret later unless you are totally prepared for it and things go well.