Every day while driving to a job site at which my services are no longer required, I passed half a dozen horse farms. I was perplexed by the sight of some horses out there in the chill morning wearing blankets while others had none. My inquiring mind wanted to know why they all didn't have a blanket, or at least a windbreaker. With a hood.
One possibility I considered is that up in the big Ben Cartwright house the in-laws had dropped in for a long visit and some of the horse blankets were needed for the guest rooms.
But after some serious applied thinking I began to draw a different conclusion.
Each day in the stables as the horses head out to the paddock, there's a guy standing there asking each horse as it passes "Blanket?" Of course he has a stack of them and he hands them out to whichever horses want one.
There is one other possibility and it makes me think of a guy I knew in college. He had a real name but everyone called him Frenchy—most likely because of the beret he often wore. He was a hail fellow, well met, short and a bit on the stocky side. Well, more like quite a bit, but he carried his weight well.
How the heck did you remember "frenchy"? You must have a memory like a warm horse in a tasteful plaid blanket.
How could one ever forget Frenchy?