Signs that show you have been a horse person for a long time...

Carrying carrier bags like reins.

Mints in most jacket pockets.

Hoof pics in car door pockets.

You can stand toes on an edge and drop your heels off the edge further than most people think is conceivably possible.


I click at my 18 month old when he is supposed to be walking alongside and gets distracted, totally by accident and hope no one hears me!
 
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cobgoblin said:
When your spare bedroom is full of old saddles that might be useful one day.
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...and all sorts of odd bits of tack and driving harness that might one day come in useful and an enormous bag of bits and umpteen rugs that don't currently fit any animal you own but might again in the future...
 
Haven't ridden for several years but when out walking the dog often say to myself you could have a damn good canter down here !
I actually found a hoofpick in my make up bag last week.
 
You walk with a curious gait because everything hurts!
Your wardrobe contains a pitiful amount of "normal" clothes but an extraordinary amount of thermal related items & long socks!
You have hardly any savings but an encyclopaedic knowledge of horse (& dog) related veterinary procedures & can detect a slight lameness in most things (man & beast)!!
 
You have umpteen sets of reins that came with bridles that you've never used because you prefer a different sort.
 
Your friends invite you on a shopping trip and your response amounts to "All right, but I can't spend much - I'm saving for a new saddle."
 
You've still got your first pony's bridle/headcollar/reins/girth (nylon string, naturally) - stuffed away in a drawer in your tack room, which you can't bear to get rid of!

You are the "horse bore" at every social gathering, and don't give a stuff.

You can still remember the Greats such as Marion Mould and Stroller, Eddie Macken & Boomerang, Princess Anne & Doublet, etc etc, Harvey Smith, David Broome, and yes, Pat Smythe. and the D'Inzeo brothers.

Your parents (if still around), have had to admit that your "pony phase" didn't go away as they'd prophesied and hoped.......
 
And you still have all your Jill books and a moth-eaten paperback copies of Fiander's Horses and Janet Must Ride. You tell the cats to "walk on" and then tell them to "staaanndd".
 
These are all spot on!
If I go out to dinner (rarely) I think- £35 that's a big bale of hay.
I get dis rated driving if it is past nice fields or I spot a ménage!
All my wardrobe is casual/yard wear! Except a small section of a wardrobe I hardly ever open.
I also think my car isn't that dirty- well according to my husband it took him over 2 hours to clean it, without even getting to the inside...
I do realise when other people need a lift and I'm brushing mud, hair and hay off the seats
 
pippixox said:
I also think my car isn't that dirty- well according to my husband it took him over 2 hours to clean it, without even getting to the inside...
I do realise when other people need a lift and I'm brushing mud, hair and hay off the seats
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You know those seat covers that you're meant to use to keep your car clean if you have a dog? They're perfect for when people need a lift. Just chuck any random clutter in the boot, put the seat covers on, and job done! :D
 
Doris68 said:
And you still have all your Jill books and a moth-eaten paperback copies of Fiander's Horses and Janet Must Ride. You tell the cats to "walk on" and then tell them to "staaanndd".
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Ohhh soooo wish I'd kept all mine; they'd be worth a fortune now. Can't think why on earth I got rid of them.............. :(
 
My children are quite used (and respond) to stand, walk on. I regularly used rope halters/headcollars and leadropes instead of child reins. Baler twine is the staple tying up implement for anything, always found in the car and pockets. Spotting potential canters when out walking and wishing your horse was with you. We went for a walk a few months ago near the gallops, we were walking on the bye-way alongside them. I had to break into canter just because I could!!!
 
We are just about impervious to pain and moderate injury.
I visited the hospital last week and I was told I was stoic, I was bemused. After nearly 50 years on being squashed , bitten, stood on, dragged, falling off etc. and getting up and just getting on with what you were trying to do, I think you just get used to carrying on with a certain level of discomfort
 
blitznbobs said:
you don't even notice your nails anymore - until you are at dinner with friends and hide your hands under the table...
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Oh God, this is me! When I go to horses before work and, despite washing my hands 4 times, still have minging broken and mucky nails :( I'm sure my colleagues must think I'm a right tramp...
 
MiJodsR2BlinkinTite said:
You've still got your first pony's bridle/headcollar/reins/girth (nylon string, naturally) - stuffed away in a drawer in your tack room, which you can't bear to get rid of!

You are the "horse bore" at every social gathering, and don't give a stuff.

You can still remember the Greats such as Marion Mould and Stroller, Eddie Macken & Boomerang, Princess Anne & Doublet, etc etc, Harvey Smith, David Broome, and yes, Pat Smythe. and the D'Inzeo brothers.

Your parents (if still around), have had to admit that your "pony phase" didn't go away as they'd prophesied and hoped.......
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Oh.... Yeeeessssss!!
 
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