Charmel
Well-Known Member
I've managed to avoid the title of 'Husband' so far, but over the past 5 years, my other half has been indoctrinating me into this strange world with it's own language and customs. Where 'hacking' is a nice trip out rather than something you do with an axe, where you can't use 'tack' to pin a notice to a corkboard, where 'deep litter' is a good thing, where a 'chestnut' isn't something you'd want to roast, nor a 'cob' something to be sliced, buttered and dipped in your soup.
I've been taught to muck out stables, mix feed, fill haynets, identify colic, wield a shavings fork and had the additional permissions on my older licence put to use pulling trailers and driving lorries. I can now change rugs, tack up, lunge and even ride (with a reasonable record of not falling off).
I started off Non-Horsey....... but my conversion has been both subtle and insidious! To all my brothers out there in relationships with these horsewomen, they are a cunning and devious breed, be careful - they'll get you too!
Excellent there is hope for mine yet....he did build show jumps recently
