Peace and horses

There is something peaceful
about being with my horse.

It would be a whole lot more peaceful if you
were less obsessed with bathing me.

Really, Smokey, I think
obsessed is a little strong.

It's totally accurate.
Besides, sweat is good.
Sweat creates armor.

Armor? Sweat armor?

Besides, babies get washed all the time.
I'm growed up. I don't need baths.

Look, hon, the manure cologne is just not doing it for me.
Besides, you just turned gold again. I want to see it
shine.

I like my dark phase.
Adds to the mystery.

If only it didn't add to the flies.

Hmm. Well, there is that.

Lucky for you I have to work this week.
I won't be within a mile of the hose.

Woo hoo!

Can I get back to my point now?

Absolutely. By all means.

Thanks.

A sense of peace washes over me when...

Again with the washing!

It's. a. metaphor.

It's. a. noy. ying.

G'night, you goof ball.

Don't forget to toss me some alfalfa.
Clean horses get alfalfa, I was told.