The Poop on Horse Poop and other questions

Firstly, this is not a real post. If it were a real post there would probably be at least one picture. My last post raised a few questions and I wanted to respond to them.  I noticed that a lot of pawple try different ways to do that. I'm thinking  new post just for that might be the easiest way.

How did you get a horse brother? 
I believe it was Twix who asked how Sarge came to be my brother. Well, he was there when I got here. Alpha Mom is crazy about horses and from what I'm told always has been, ever since she was a tiny little girl, back in the middle of the last century. That's like hundreds of years ago. Somewhere during her adult life she decided that if she really, really wanted her own horse she could make it happen. So she did and she's had a horse ever since. We are not a pawticularly affluent family, at least by American standards, so while Sarge may very well retire someday, Alpha Mom probably won't be able to thanks to her equine habit, but it's worth it to her and that's what matters.

What's the deal with all that horse poop, you lucky dog?
Most of the other questions related to the popular subject of horse poop. Yes, I suppose that I do have access to a wealth of horse poop. Sarge alone could make enough in one day for us all to have a little of our own. I would love to send some to each of you, but apparently there is a question of how the Postal Service would take it. Some seem to think that they might take it as a federal offense. Silly Postal Service. But no, I don't roll in it. I just enjoy the scent in the air. The reason is that the slightest little roll in the poop and I'll find myself having an extra bath. So would any of you, as Mayzie so famously discovered. Now some would find it worth it, but I am a Shar Pei and we don't like baths. At all. We hate them so very much. Even Hero, who thinks nothing of taking a swim in the ocean or the rushing rapids does not like baths, so there you go.