This message is from: "Bushnell's" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> I found this in a Montana Back Country Horsemen's publication. Only the breed has been changed.
"My wife she has a Fjord horse, with strip-ed mane and tail She thinks he is the finest thing that ever jogged a trail She calls him Ole Darling, and if the truth I tell, That fancy pampered Fjord Horse has made my life pure HELL. My wife used to cook for ME and serve it with champagne Now she'd rather feed that horse and fix his special grain. She rides him every morning, and grooms him half the night, The last time that she kissed ME it was just to be polite. He dresses better than I do, with matching wraps and ties, My wardrobe's so neglected now that I attract the flies. One day my wife was shopping, she was down at the mall, And fancy pampered Ole was just standing in his stall. He looked so smug and sassy, that I began to grin, I'd saddle that fat sucker, and take him for a spin. I've wondered since if cues I gave, he might have misconstrued, For when I climbed aboard that horse, he rightly came UNGLUED. He bucked and spun, and snorted fire, and threw me through a fence. I saw big stars and there are six teeth that I ain't heard from since. My wife came home and saw me, just a lying in the dirt, She rushed up to her HORSSE and asked him, "Sweetheart are you HURT?" He'd scratched his nose a little bit, and the memory galls me yet, She left me lying in the mud, and ran to call the VET!!!"
