Belfort. Another of Roommate's "surprise acquisitions." Whom I found out about when K turned to Roommate and told him "Tell Mom What You've Done." He is smaller than a pony, but bigger than most minis . . so I don't know quite what to call him. Roommate found him at a farm where the owner keeps cattle, and bought Belfort not realizing that the nutritional and care requirements of cows and equines are substantially different.
He was not receiving adequte care or food, and also not getting his hooves trimmed. So Roommate rescued him. His goal is to train Belfort to pull a cart, and he already has a forever home lined up for him when that is accomplished. Apparently there is some local person who wants to drive a pony cart around pulled by the Wolf of Wallstreet. I dunno, man.
Can he see anything under all that forelock? Who knows; doesn't seem to slow him down much.
