It was Sunday afternoon and Johnny's turn to keep Alan company.
Me: You're fired.
By Sunday evening, Alan was walking around his stall as if he hadn't been 3-legged lame 12 hours earlier,
so I turned him out in the corral overnight with George.
It was either the quickest recovery from lameness ever or
an academy-award-winning performance to get my attention.
Johnny: Told you so.
Johnny knows how to get my attention without faking an injury.
Walking vertically usually does the trick.