Trivia question about Josh's horse - ANSWERED

Taken off another site, everything you wanted to know about Josh's horse:

Here it is in Steve's own words: "When I first started, they gave me this real old horse they put on rollerskates and pushed in on the sound stage. So I went see Dick Powell, whom I liked very much. I said, 'Listen, let me pick out my own horse. We're gonna be in this series for a while. I'd kind of like to have a horse I got something going with, you know.' He understood and said, 'OK, go out and get yourself a horse.' So I went to a friend of mine, a cowboy I know, and I asked him if he had a good quarter horses. He said, 'Yeah,' and we looked at a sorrel, and a dapple grey, and they had a white palomino. They also had this black horse the cowboy was working. I said, 'This one' and I pointed to the black horse. He'd just been broken, and he had a very tender mouth, and he was shaking all the time, almost like a thoroughbred, very nervous. I got on him, and he bucked me right away, and it took quite a while to subdue him.

So this decided me in his favor, I wouldn't have any other horse. We got him onto the sound stage, and that's where we made a mistake. Because you can't take a horse and put him on a sound stage with all those strong lights and deep shadows. A horse walks from the lights to the shadows and he can' t see. And then he bumps into something, and then he hears strange noises and gets even more nervous. And he starts kicking. So, the first week we were shooting, the horse kicks out four or five lights, bites other horses, broke my big toe stamping up and down and bit me in the back about four times.

That was the beginning and it went on for all of three years. That horse and I fought for three years. Both of us went on winning. He would step on me--on purpose. Just reach over and go right on my foot. Again and again. And I'd punch him each time for stepping on me, but he would do it again. We never did compromise. The sonofabitch, no matter how much he was paid back in kind, he stood his place. He was black with white stocking feet, and his name was Ringo, and we really loved each other. But he never surrendered and this is how he taught me a lesson. He proved better than me, and smarter--and he beat me.