Relatable Equestrian

Lili, You're Not A Horse...

So recently, I had one of my good friends over to my house to go see the horses and whatever. Now, mind you, this person is not a horse person (although I've talked about them enough that he probably knows too much about them). So anyway, I walked over to the paddock to call them over so he could say hi, and so here's how that conversation went:

Me: Twinkletoes! Grouchypants! Come here you curmudgeon! Idiot! (all referring to the same horse, all said in a very loving voice)

Friend: *Looks at me strangely*

Friend: Isn't his name Rocky?

Me: Well, yes but he's such a grouch.

...

Me: *calling Corbie over* Handsome and brave! Come here sweetheart! Oh my goodness such a good boy! *proceeds to love all over him*

Friend: *looks at me like I'm crazy*

Me: isn't he such a handsome boy?

Friend: He's a horse...

ANOTHER ENCOUNTER WITH FRIENDS, PROBABLY A WEEK LATER, WITH THE FRIEND REFERENCED ABOVE AND THREE OTHERS.

Friend referenced above: Lili what are you going to get? (we had walked into a place to get food. A restaurant. Yes. That's what it's called.)

Me: *turns to different friend who has been to the restaurant before*

Me: *headbutts their shoulder until they turn to me*

Me: *when they finally look at me, I turn around and pretend to have not done anything and start talking to the friend who had asked the question in the first place*

Different friend: Lili... You're not a horse...

Me: Yeah. I know. Why do you feel the need to remind me? *pause* anyway, what do you recommend we get from here?

(end scene)

and yes I did just play around with the italics and bolding things just for fun, but also to help you understand my ramblings!