I have mentioned before that we were given a horse to train as children. Part of this was that we were supposed to show them in 4-H showmanship competitions. Before taking the horses into town to show them we washed and spiffied them up.
Here I demonstrate how loving and non-bossy I was with my brother, John. The hands on the hips were just my way of asserting my authority being eighteen months older. But as you can see it didn't affect him one bit. In fact he hogged the hose all the more. I do remember that my horse was all soapy and I really needed that hose desperately. He just took his sweet time and made sure his horse did not suffer any.
This is what started one of our cow pie fights.....and usually it wasn't a dry cow pie. Oh the good old days!