Errrrr...

No, I ain't a gonna do it.

It's just too easy.

Not to mention all the trouble I'd more than likely get into.

Another trick....

Fiddler was a slacker when he thought he could get away with it. Ranch horses don't get to stop whenever they take a notion, but, when you need a drink, you need a drink, right? He never missed a opportunity to grab a mouth full. First he had to wash his teeth, then take a swallow or two. Lift his head and take a look around then wash his teeth again. When he was full, he would leave his head down and continue to flick his ears so it looked like he was still swallowing. The production went on as long as grandpa allowed.

This is my grand dad and his horse Fiddler. It was taken the same day as the pic of him and I posted earlier in this thread. He made postcard status.

Grampa's hips went to hell on him so he had a hard time getting on. Fiddler learned to siddle up to a log, manure pile, fence or whatever to make it easier for him. He wouldn't do it for anyone else.

Another trick was to pretend he had to pee. If he thought he needed a rest he would slow down, stretch out, groan a few times, then stand there... just as long as Grampa would let him. The conversation after grampa figured out what was going on can't be repeated in here.

Awwww....

~ hangs head and digs boot toe in the dirt~

Mornin ladies.

~tips hat~

A bit rougher perhaps, but the smart one's learn quicker.

Saves trouble in the long run.

<----- makes the decision not to oil his leather... er... stuff.

So, what's the subject tonight?



WAIT!!! There is such a thing as bad sex?

Oh I get it...



it's a woman thing... right?

Awww what a cute little toy...

Mines bigger....

Since you wimminz been pickin me stuff to wear today...

Got ya a new outfit ta be a cookin that there bacon in.

Well shoot... wimminz in chaps...use yer imagination...

Don't try deflecting... Stan is the one with the knobbie knees.

Mine are just skinny... and white... very... very... white.

Doin dishes in one thread... makin coffee in another thread...

when eggxacty, did I sigh up as maid fer this dang outfit?

She may be driving a bus in body... but I'm gonna bet in her mind it's a bit more along these lines...

Errrr... keeping score is tacky... don't you think?


And yeah, where is the coffee?

I can truthfully say no innocents were harmed during the meeting that led to the making of that photo.

Or

Powder River an let er buck!


*Note, the above text is a local reference, one needs to be from the area to understand all the nuances.

Sure, you do that darlin.

~reaches into the second drawer on the right where the rope, cookin oil and... other stuff.... is kept~

I don't need no dang aprin.



I wash dishes nekid.


A feller kin kill two birds with one stone thata way. Gist gotta kinda slosh the water around a bit more....