There are lots more. Just the other day a girlfriend and I were laughing over the FACT that you aren't a real horsewoman until you've cleaned a stall or groomed a horse in an evening gown. And everyone knows that you'd rather have a new wheelbarrow and muck rack for your birthday than flowers. Dinner out means cold sandwiches eaten on your truck's tailgate at a horseshow more often than it does reservations at a nice restaurant.
And every single horsewoman I know would KILL for a good farrier. One who answers his messages, shows up on time, does a good job, and doesn't lame your horse. In fact, the proof of a true friendship is sharing his name. If he's really good, you don't tell anyone. Ever.
Ha, I see some similarities there between horse people and farm (being an ex farmboy meself) people. City people just don't seem to get it in a lot of cases. *grin*
ReplyDeleteI particularly liked the one about the Robaxin and beer. That is SOOOOO true. HAHAHAHA!
DeleteAnything that has women in leather seat breeches is fine by me. What was with all those words? And is there more of the girl peeing in the stall?
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHA! You're like the guy who is confused by the story in the porn movie. Why are they talking?
Delete2 things: No woman's ass looks bad in leather bottomed breeches. And you KNOW they got thighs that can crush your head like an egg. What's not to like?
ReplyDeletePorn I usually leave the sound turned down. Are there words in porn too?
BTW, I was supposed to be a farrier. Dad was a whisperer, I was supposed to be brought up to the hoof. I can shape shoes ok and still have a good feel for the fire and the anvil, but the damage you can do to a hoof if you're stupid is immense, and it scared me too much. Dad kept a hoof knife in his truck all his life, and I used to carry one myself for a long time, but I've lost the feel. I ought to go out and ride some, assuming I could find a morgan or a perch to carry my big ass, just to get back to the feel of it. I don't envy you the day to day work, but I miss the riding.
ReplyDeleteYes, the fastest way to kill a horse is through the foot. Farrier work is an art form. One needs to understand how the horse moves -- and not just a horse, but THAT horse -- and what he does for a living, etc. Good farriers are priceless, rare commodities. When I moved up here from the Bay Area I ran through probably 8 or 9 total assholes before I found my current farrier who is a DREAM! I love him.
DeleteThe day to day work is therapy for me. Keeps me sane. I'd almost rather putter around the barn working than ride...almost! HAHA!