dude horses must be on some other shit to tolerate holding a bit in their mouth/a person just sitting on them telling them where to walk. it’s like ratatouille
it’s called domestication. wait til you learn about the ape that tolerates living in a tiny wooden box, travels to another wooden box in a metal box, which often smash into eachother and kill the apes inside, then stares at a glowing screen and/or does repetitive meaningless movements for 8 hours a day to pay for the tiny wooden box it sleeps in. meanwhile his cousins are out sleeping in the sun and playing in the forest having a great life.
ifesbob 