Well. Sorta?

More like all-animal-whisperer.

[Amos patted the mare on the neck, and attempted to convey to her the waterless stretch they would be traversing. She gave him a skeptical look out of one eye, ears tilted slightly back, then lowered her head and took a sip. She raised her head and snorted, spraying Amos in the face. He flinched back, then laughed, wiping his face.]

She says she's not really thirsty an' she doesn't look like she's sweated much. So she'll probably be alright.

[Amos's mare waded back out of the water and shook all over mightily, bit jangling and saddle rattling and stirrups clapping. Amos got sprayed a second time and flung his hands in the air with a laugh.]

Well I guess now I'm watered too, huh?