CanadianGirl
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When I'm out on a trail ride with my friend who is riding a Clydesdale, people often say, "That's a plow horse!". Or, "That's not a riding horse!".
When I'm out on a trail ride with my friend who is riding a Clydesdale, people often say, "That's a plow horse!". Or, "That's not a riding horse!".
When I'm out on a trail ride with my friend who is riding a Clydesdale, people often say, "That's a plow horse!". Or, "That's not a riding horse!".
Not something he said but did, I asked my OH to fill a couple of haynets for me as I was running late, when I went to check how he was doing he was busy giving the horses their haynets..filled with straw. It all looked the same to him-lucky I didn't ask him to top up their beds-may have used hay! :-/
Stepdaughter's hubby was watching me bring my horse in from the field one day. He spotted the "FULL" tag on the headcollar and asked with a smile, Oh, does it say "EMPTY" when he gets hungry then? Priceless!
The two things I always get asked by people are 'does the horse need looking after EVERY day? Won't it be ok if you just leave it for a few days?'
And 'you don't need lessons, surely? You can ride!'
Oh's dad regularly refers to any comps, either jumping or dressage, as gymkhanas as well, which drives me nuts!
HA HA HA - brilliant. My dad is also useless. I remember years and years ago I was riding a very ploddy cob (known at the yard for being fat, dumb and lazy - but very sweet natured) in a little local show (clear round jumping) and I asked my dad to hold him while I went to walk the course. He was NOT happy with this idea at all, but, took the reins. When I came back there was my dad,....no pony!!
Me - 'DAD!!! Where did you put him?!?!'
Dad - 'He started running away,....so I put him over there...'
Turns out he MOVED as in a step, my Dad paniced (as he was going to be surely dragged around the yard) and tied him in some fashion to someones range rover wing mirror!!!!!!!
Oh and when I had to have one PTS he referred to it as 'sending her off.'
I explained I'd rather bury her at home and he was very confused, and said 'wont there be any value in the carcass? She's huge, she'll kill out quite well. Waste not want not....I'm only thinking of your vet bill.'
In his mind he was being very kind and considerate, and must admit it did make me laugh at a sad time!
He calls rugs coats but has now got me doing that too!
Said by the OH- "Why doesn't she like going in her horsey house?" He couldn't remember the word for stable
Brushing the horse for her to go out and roll in the mud again.
Dad- Well what was the point in all that brushing?
Me- Quiet you.
Went to see the ponies on Christmas day, Dad walking across the field too. J boy goes marching on over wondering who this new fellow in his field is (Daddy) and the look of sheer panic in my Dad's face as he said "Quickly, quickly, throw a carrot at it!"