Thoroughbred: Who ME?? Do WHAT? Iím scared of light bulbs! Iím outta here!
Arabian: I changed it an hour agoÖ Címon you guys Ė catch up!
Quarter Horse: Put all the bulbs in a pen and tell me which one you want.
Standardbred: Oh for Peteís Sake, give me the **** bulb and letís be done with it.
Shetland: Give it to me. Iíll kill it and we wonít have to worry about it anymore.
Friesian: I would, but I canít see where Iím going from behind all this mane.
Belgian: Put the Shetland on my back, maybe he can reach it then.
Warmblood: Is the 2nd Level Instruction Packet in English? Doesnít anyone realize that I was sold for $75K as a yearling, but only because my hocks are bad, otherwise I would be worth $100K? I am NOT changing lightbulbs. Make the TB get back here and do it.
Morgan: Me! Me! Me! Pleeease let me! I wanna do it! Iím going to do it! I know how, really I do! Just watch! Iíll rewire the barn after, too.
Appaloosa: Yaíll are a bunch of losers. We donít need to change the lightbulb, I ainít scared of the dark. And someone make that **** Morgan stop jumping up and down before I double barrel him.
Haflinger: That thing I ate was a lightbulb?
Mustang: Lightbulb? Letís go on a trail ride, instead. And camp. Out in the open like REAL horses.
Lipizzaner: Hah, amateurs. I will change the lightbulb. Not only that, but I will do it while standing on my hind legs and balancing it on my nose, after which I will perform seven flying lead changes in a row and a capriole. Can you do that? Huh? Huh? Didnít think so.
Miniature: I bet you think I canít do it just cause Iím small. You know what that is? Itís sizeism!
Akhal Teke: I will only change it if itís my ownerís lightbulb and no one else has ever touched it.
Andalusian: I will delegate the changing of the lightbulb to my personal groom after he finishes shampooing my mane and cleaning my saddle, but only on the condition that it is changed for a soft blue or green bulb, which reflects better off my coat while I exhibit my astonishing gaits.
Cleveland Bay: Iím busy. Make the whipper-in and the hounds do it.
Saddlebred: My ears are up already, please please get the lightbulb away from me! Iím ready to show, really, I promise Iíll win!
Paint: Put all the lightbulbs in a pen, tell me which one you want, and my owner will bet you twenty bucks I can get it before the quarter horse.
POA: Iím not changing it. Iím the one who kicked the old one and broke it in the first place, remember? Now, excuse me, I have a grain room to break into.
Grade Horse: Guys? Um, guys? I hope you donít mind, but I went ahead and changed it while you were all arguing.
Broodmare: Oh my god, it's light in here. It's supposed to be dark at this time in december! Now i'm in heat again!!!!