Red Dog asked me about horses not long ago. Maybe you read about that. Here’s how I answered him.
“A horse is a large, four-legged creature,” I said. “Sometimes they’re very large, way bigger than you.”
“Bigger than you?” Red asked.
“Most of them, sure. You’ve seen a lot of them. Remember we’d walk down that road to the ponds and you’d bark at them? Chased them once?”
He nodded. “So those were horses.”
“Yeah, I told you that back then.”
“Right. Now I remember. Piles of horse shit everywhere.”
“Good boy, Red,” I said, giving him a little pat on the head. “And that’s why…”
“You never let a horse in the house! They’ll crap anywhere.”
“Good memory, Red! You can’t housebreak a horse.”
Red’s a good boy. And the horse crap is still on the river trail.