Frumpoon
Well-Known Member
Once at a show with my mare - "couldn't you find a bigger one?"
To be fair I always looked like a pea on a drum
To be fair I always looked like a pea on a drum
A few years back I was hacking my Arab and the husband of one of the liveries next door to me was walking towards me, he said that my horse looked like he had been punched in the face, I think he was taking the piss out if his dished face.
My reply wasn't very complimentary to say the least
They were not known for being the nicest couple she was reported to the police for threatening behaviour towards other liveries, I think everyone was so glad when they left.
I think they live near me!!
Ha ha funnily enough they moved quite far away so yes it could well be them!!
I could write a book on them!! Did the female have a liking for a particular colour by any chance?
Only had coloured horses while I knew her and they left with a skewbald and blue and white horse I think
Strangest thing NOT said... MrPF fell off today. All fine but a bit dramatic as me and MrT had to go on a (thankfully short and drama free) loose horse chase after The Beast. Many lessons learned! Anyway two runners see it all happen, catch up with MrPF as he's running to catch up with me and the horses and say.... absolutely NOTHING! Not even an "you OK mate?" Just kept on running! Nice.
I had a double broken wrist and a cyclist refused to stop and help me with a loose horse!
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Just had to resurrect this to share two incidents from yesterday.
The first was as we were hacking through the woods and we met a mum and grown up daughter walking their dog. The mum said to me - he's lovely, we used to have a Connemara when Laura was young, pointing at the daughter. Although we don't know his acutal breeding, Charlie is about 17hh and very draught-like so I said good naturedly "He's an Irish Draught so a just a bigger version of a Connie really" with a smile. The mum got quite cross with me and said. "No, he's a Connemara, I know one when I see one."
The second was as we were on the road. A car driving towards us stopped, and the driver wound down her window, pointed at Charlie and said "oh he's beautiful" which was lovely. She then said to my friend behind "He's gorgeous," pointing at her horse. My other friend was at the back on Monty - the driver looked him up and down and just carried on driving! Poor old Mont - he's both beautiful and gorgeous in our eyes!
The OH calmly mentioned to me he had thrown himself in front of loose hunt horse being pursued down the road several days after the fact. Colour me stunned! This is a man who has sat on a horse twice in his life. I pointed out this was a very nice thing to do but a tad dangerous.I had a double broken wrist and a cyclist refused to stop and help me with a loose horse!
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The irony is he IS a stunning horse - maybe a bit fluffy at the moment and he's a mature gent but he's very handsome indeed.Oh my goodness! Poor Monty! Tell Monty I don't even need to see him to know he is stunning AND beautiful AND GORGEOUS.
A respected friend of mine once advised me that anything which eats, floats, rolls or shits should be rented by the day, leaving some other mug with the responsibility for it. Very wise.Ooh I once got asked when packing our horses back in the trailer if we rented the horses and trailer for the day.
The irony is he IS a stunning horse - maybe a bit fluffy at the moment and he's a mature gent but he's very handsome indeed.