Okay..here's one more...true story..my Grandpa had an old mule named Dolly..after she'd been fed we'd go out and ask her "how many ears of corn did you eat, Dolly?" She'd stand around and after a while she'd say "a feeeewwwwwwww..." (Only folks who've actually been around mules or horses much will understand that one )
Now Abe, I know you are a decent fellow, and I'm sure you believe in fairplay, right? So if Jack helped you off a horse, wouldn't you help Jack off a horse ?
Even better than "wet dog"?
My Grandma used to be able to match up which horse belonged to which girl and which girls did not have a horse. Each horse owning girl looked like their horse. And those that did not own one did not look like one.
