Every. Single. Year.
The scene: Pony's stall, first cold and rainy night of the winter.
ME: *approaches with Pony's blanket* *lets her smell it* *attempts to put it over her shoulder* I'm going to slowly and carefully put this on you and it will keep you warm and dry.
PONY: WHAT THE F IS THAT GET IT AWAY FROM ME
ME: Calm down.
PONY: AHHHHHHHHHHH
ME: It's the same blanket! We do this every year!
PONY: I DON'T WANT TO BE WARM GET IT AWAY
ME: For cripes sake. *throws blanket on Pony as she shuffles backwards away from me.*
PONY: *immediately freezes* Oh. That-- that wasn't so bad. *lets me put it on without any further trouble.*
ME: You're ridiculous.
PONY: *looks at self* I LOOK ridiculous. Thanks.
At least by now we can have this exchange more briefly and without the aid of a halter. It's gotten a lot better. But still.