When I was younger, our neighbors had 2 Shetland ponies. One was normal size, the other was 32 inches tall, which I think lean towards the smaller size. He too, was abandoned at birth, and thus removed from the mother and raised by the family using calf bottles and formula.
He was the cutest little pony, he may have been small but he was spunky. His name was Frisky, but we called him Louie, like the song from the 70's Little Louie.
He was a handfull when we broke him for the kids. That pony could buck the kids off faster than you could set them on. He didn't appreciate the saddle. Eventually we got him broke and used to saddle him up and take him on trail rides with my big mare. We told everyone that we encountered on the trails that he was a spare.
Choose your friends by their character and your socks by their color. Choosing your socks by their character makes no sense. Choosing your friends by their color is unthinkable.