A Point of Clarification

I am taking a stand, and Boyfriend can take a backseat for once.

My name is NOT "Fat Donkey". 

My name is Coyote. 

 

I am always sweet, always loving. I even forsake my own well-being to provide cleanliness for the aged mare, cleaning up her spilled grain mash which would surely molder and grow fetid if I did not provide this service.

I have a soul, you know. I have feelings.

 Why must I continue to be mocked?

It's ok that you don't understand the sacrifices I make; you're only human. But I don't think a little respect is too much to ask.