Only the arabian horse is smart enough to intuit S. Freud's ideas of transference, hence the use of my understanding arabian gelding: Every once in a great while, my Significant Other so thoroughly annoys me that my patrician, highly cultured rearing prevents me from "speaking my mind" to her ... (her physical/emotional/mental intimidation of me don't help neither<g>). So I go on a remote trail ride alone with Panache.

Fixing a picture of my S.O. firmly in mind and in a loud voice directed at the horse's curly ears, I begin the catharsis with INSULTS:"You great, hairy, smelly animal; You insensitive,uncaring brute!" move along to THREATS: "I'm gonna twitch you til you look like an equine Pinacchio on a lying binge; I'm gonna enroll you in halter training/Terror #101; I'm gonna ginger you til you're called Hoist The Flag". and finish up with RECRIMINATIONS: "I work most every day to put some tree limbs over your head and grain in your bucket; I eat PJ sandwiches 7 days a week so you can have carrots; I repair my worn out boots time after time so you can have a fancy pair of keg shoes every 6 weeks - and what do I get out of it .... a gaping yawn ..... some broken wind ... some loose-lipped drool. It ain't FAIR!!!"

I feel so much better now that I've expressed my feelings that when my S.O. asks if I've thought about what she's said, I meekly reply "Yes, Ma'Love".