I never really felt like a dog, y’know? Even when I was a pony — I mean, a puppy, I knew something wasn’t right. I was really a horse trapped in a dog’s body: A bronco — a bucking bronco, the one in the herd no cowboy could tame. I’d stand alone at the top of a hill, my mane blowing in the wind, staring down each new recruit like a challenge: You think you got what it takes, cowpoke? Well, saddle up and hang on! Heeyah! Yip! Yip!
Via Artis Pupins.