Kat
Well-Known Member
My mum seriously embarrssed me the other day. She isn't horsey but has two daughters who have been horse mad since before they started school. You'd think that after nearly thirty years of being subjected to horses she might have absorbed a bit of information but no, to add to the long list of daft things she's said like "so this bay mare, is it a girl or a boy?" or "17hh is that big?" and "why is that horse wearing an anorak?" is this cracker:
She's chatting to one of her friend's daughter's who has recently bought a horse and is keen to show it off, and interested in my search for a new horse:
Friend's Daughter: Here's a picture of my new horse
My mum: Oh she looks pretty, what colour is she? [the fact that having seen a picture she still had to ask should have rung some alarm bells really]
FD: She's fleabitten
Mum: Oh that isn't very nice! Has she got fleas then?
FD: No it is just the way she looks
Mum: Oh is she a bit old then?
FD: No fleabitten grey, that is what they call them when they are white with brown flecks..................... she's not actually been eaten by fleas.
Poor girl only wanted to show off her new horse!
She's chatting to one of her friend's daughter's who has recently bought a horse and is keen to show it off, and interested in my search for a new horse:
Friend's Daughter: Here's a picture of my new horse
My mum: Oh she looks pretty, what colour is she? [the fact that having seen a picture she still had to ask should have rung some alarm bells really]
FD: She's fleabitten
Mum: Oh that isn't very nice! Has she got fleas then?
FD: No it is just the way she looks
Mum: Oh is she a bit old then?
FD: No fleabitten grey, that is what they call them when they are white with brown flecks..................... she's not actually been eaten by fleas.
Poor girl only wanted to show off her new horse!