Carrots. Scratches on their withers. Leisurely days spent grazing in the sun. Horses like a lot of things. Stuffed animatronic versions of themselves are just not among them.
Case in point:

I’m going to ask you politely, “Please leave”.

I’m not kidding…

“Dude, leave!”

I don’t want to have to do this…

But I will…BOOM!

I told ya not to mess with me!