Eavesdropping on a Sunday afternoon

The following is a conversation I overheard today between my 6 year-old daughter, Savannah, and our 5 year-old little neighbor, Sean-Austin, beside my pool:

Sean-Austin: "We're gonna milk Chloe." (note - Chloe is our Cur/Lab mix dog).

Savannah: "You don't milk dogs. You only milk cows."

Sean-Austin: "Cows and horses."

Savannah: "Nuh-uh. You just milk cows."

Sean-Austin: "Nuh-uh. My Pa-pa and my Uncle Billy have horses and cows, and they milk both of 'em."

Savannah: "No they don't."

Sean-Austin: "They don't milk the studs, just the mares."

Savannah: "What does a stud do?"

Sean-Austin: "Kick you."

Savannah: "What does it do?"

Sean-Austin: "Kicks you and kills you. They can kick you in the leg or the stomach and kill you."

Savannah: "You mean buck you?"

Sean-Austin: "That's just a racing horse that will buck you. Racing horses run fast and buck you off. They don't care about you. Just their owner, or their neighbor."

Evidently this was good enough for Savannah because after this solemnly spoken statement, they dropped the subject .

But it left me with a thought: What would a racing stud do if its owner tried to milk it?