The in-laws had one named Ornery....and he earned it.
As a week old foal, he got out of mama's paddock and into one of the stud pens....and was all prepared to take on the big boy. Fortunately it was the pen of the most laid back stud on the place. He finally settled down and became the horse that ALL of the grandkids got their first rides upon. My youngest at age 2, (the youngest grand) was going to get his on the new horse while Ornery got his daily ration of oats followed by a wander around the yard searching out the dandelions. My middle was getting a ride on the new horse. Ornery kept moving in front of me and standing, waiting for toddler to mount. He knew that kid hadn't been on him and INSISTED upon providing the first ride. It was bare back too. Ornery died the following winter....age 30, pampered, spoiled, and awsome.