King (sometimes affectionately called Kingy) was one of my favorite ponies I owned in the 1960s. He was classed as a large pony because he was only 52" high at the withers (a full size horse starts at 58"). He was a very pretty dun (light buckskin) in color and had a black dorsal stripe that went down his back from mane to tail, plus he had zebra markings (stripes) at the tops of his legs. I rode him bareback most of the time, but did own a Western saddle that I occasionally used. He was great on the trail, and had such a fast, extended walk that most full size horses had to trot to keep up with him. He won lots of awards in 4H halter and showmanship classes, and always did well for me in the game shows.
He was very smart, and could be a little ornery, like most ponies are, but never tried to buck me off or hurt me in any way. His biggest thing was trying to get out of going out on trail rides. He had been used at a riding stable for awhile and had picked up some bad habits. He had 2 favorite tricks he liked to play on me - one was to pretend he was lame when we were out on trail and he'd just start limping when he figured it was time to go home - after this happened a time or two and I got off and led him home, I finally figured out he was faking it. So I would just force him to keep going and usually a half mile or so down the trail he'd just all of a sudden start walking soundly again once he realized it wasn't going to work. OR he'd just plain lay down and start eating grass. To make him go again I had to get off him, then force him to get up, and then I'd have to lead him over to stand on pavement or stones before I got back on him or he'd just lay down again. I probably put 7-10 miles a day on him during the summers. I also used him to help chase down cows that had gotten out of our pastures once in awhile. We had lots of fun together. He would have made a good little geohorse to place or find caches on.