I remember "Goody Two Shoes", whose field we had to cross when visiting my grandmother.
Whenever she saw us she would give a whinny of pleasure and come thundering across the field at full gallop, shrieking with delight all the way and stop in a four legged power slide with a shower of mud or dust , depending on the season, just inches away! Needless to say we, too, were shrieking with delight!
She would then escort us sedately to the gate at the end of the field.
I suppose now they'd tie her up somewhere and send us for counselling.