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.