That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for August 02, 2021

“Put that hand down! I’m not a dog and you’re not going to teach me to shake your hand!”

“Okay here’s the deal, you carry me home and I’ll hook you up with that hot stallion you have your eyes on.”

The horse watched as the tall soldier beckoned. / Then he rushed to encircle her neck, and / since she was much larger, / the officer’s charger / threw him down to the ground in a second.

Sadly, Chestnut was the only one amused by Jasper’s rendition of “I’m a little teapot.”

SIT!

“Call for Phil Morris’ horse!”

That’s funny!

“Put ’er there Flicka”

“If I come over there and there’s not a peppermint in your hand, you’ll never see me again.”

Wilbur’s great-great grandfather.

Here horsey, horsey…

I know you have to start prepping for the Olympics well in advance, but 57 years early seems like stretching it.

And the horse you rode in on

Midst the meadows of sun-kissed Surrey/ lived a fellow whose name was Murray/ who was strongly inclined/ his companions to find/ among equines, whose favor he’d curry. /// He’d ply them with oats and with apples/ be they bays, palominos, or dapples/ in pairs or sextuples/ but (having strong scruples)/ he refrained from offering scrapples/// There was only one breed he rejected/ (a flaw you’ve already suspected)/ I’ll not name the breed/ that he just wouldn’t feed/ but it was (so to speak) “out-selected”. /// The result of this flaw unexampled / was this: as some scrapple he sampled/ (yes, this story is ribald)/ he angered the piebald/ and poor Murray was thoroughly trampled!/// To the lover of crepe, or of cruller/ be you one of the brighter, or duller:/ whatever the label/ beware ! (they’re unstable !)/ of a horse of a different color.

And did you bring enough for the rest of the herd? Hm?

Rare picture showing just how Capt Hook lost his hand.

Olympics? Can’t be bothered.

Okay, you threw me off. I’ll forgive you this time. Deal?

“Greetings, Earthling. I am Moogo from the planet Zebulon.”

Horses: Not the best audience to test your “pull my finger” jokes on.

“It didn’t work out. The ad agency wanted someone more distinctly Russian-looking.”

“… And the 1839 Olympic gold medal for the best Cut n’ Paste cartoon-like characters goes the British artist John “Red” Herring Junior!"

A Soldier with an Officer’s Charger: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:A_Soldier_with_an_Officer%27s_Charger)_by_John_Frederick_Herring,_Sr..jpg 

has info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image at 

https://thatispriceless.blogspot.com/2021/08/masterpiece-2761.html 

I have added a comment there (awaiting Mr. Melcher’s approval) pointing to the artist info I used to point to here. So far, 2 works by this artist have been used here. 

https://www.gocomics.com/that-is-priceless/2020/03/19?comments=visible 

has the prior (my comment there includes the same artist info URLs, the second of which may be unresponsive, that the here links point to in my blog entry comment).

The tall soldier was not so naive / as to think he, his mates, could deceive. / So, his “sleight-of-hand” course, / he tried out on a horse. / (And the carrot he hid up his sleeve.)

“Look, I know we had an agreement. And that it’s my turn. But the saddle just doesn’t fit me as well.”

To be bred was this fine stallion’s fate, / and the mares were all eager to mate / with a stud of such “size.” / He’d been raised (no surprise) / in the stables of Catherine the Great.

When subjected to closer analysis/ these two are stiffer than phalluses./ Mr. Herring , tis clear/ has depicted, right here/ an example of “painted paralysis”.

no! said the horse, I’ve warned you that you ride too far on my back.

Trigger?

Mister Ed?

Wildfire?

Silver?

Look … I might be decent at 20 questions; but I’m not good at playing “name that horse”.

Look … All I’m asking is for you to jump over that fence back there. From here, it only looks to be an inch high … surely you can do that!

Easy there fella. Just let me put this invisible bridle on you …

Joke’s over – give me my car keys!

Yes, tipping your bellboy IS expected, sir. Your luggage please? :>)