Get the shovel.

I once said to my dad "Why are you so mean to me. You never see Ben Cartwright treat Hoss this way."

He thought about it for a minute and said "Ok come with me." He took me to the stables where the vegetable guy kept his horse that pulled the cart down on Bond St by the Gowanus canal.

We went into the barn and he handed me a shovel. "Here, shovel all the shit out those stalls. That's what Ben used to tell Hoss all the time."

I didn't complain all that much after that.