Animals do not admire each other. A horse does not admire its companion.

That's what they admire most about the horse, his durability.

Why is it there are so many more horses' asses than there are horses?

I went back to my conversation with Siegfried that morning; we had just about decided that the man with a lot of animals couldn't be expected to feel affection for individuals among them. But those buildings back there were full of John Skipton's animals - he must have hundreds. Yet what made him trail down that hillside every day in all weathers? Why had he filled the last years of those two old horses with peace and beauty? Why had he given them a final ease and comfort which he had withheld from himself? It could only be love.

I like animals because they are not consciously cruel and don't betray each other.

I own a horse and ride, but I don't know racing or betting.