Recently, a kind gentleman at the dog park was amazed at my size, saying that I was bigger than a mini horse his sister has. A long-haired Komondor is essentially a mini horse that’s ditched the derby for the dog park, strutting around on four legs with a coat so extravagantly corded it looks like a Shetland pony after losing a bet to a flock of angry sheep shearers. While the mini horse clip-clops daintily, begging for sugar cubes and photobombs with its glossy mane, the Komondor lumbers forth like a fluffy freight train, cords swaying like wind-whipped tail, ready to body-slam intruders while blending into the barnyard as “just another escaped petting zoo reject.” The giveaway? Try saddling one up—the mini horse might trot off for apples, but the Komondor will fix you with a stare that says, “Touch my dreads and you’re pony chow.”