hopscotch bandit
Well-Known Member
Over the years I’ve had various questions from work colleagues upon finding out I have a horse: most of them seem to have a morbid fascination for death and what happens to them after. The most common questions asked are:
“Do you have to go up every day?â€
I feel like screaming and saying “well I’m in the first throes of teaching her to make his own tea and muck out her stable, but sadly it’s not going so wellâ€
To be fair I don't go up every day but the question still grinds on me!
“Do they shoot horses?â€
I feel like saying “yes they tie them up to a target board and anyone who pays me a fiver can have a go to win a prizeâ€
“Do horses end up at a glue factory when they die?â€
“No, they end up in your Burger Kingâ€
“Does your horse eat grass?â€
“No but it gets through a fair bit of steak and chips a week"
"Do you do gymkana games on it?"
"Err no! We are both a bit long in the tooth!"
I know they mean well and are just curious, but seriously, I wish they'd engage brain before opening their mouths.
“Do you have to go up every day?â€
I feel like screaming and saying “well I’m in the first throes of teaching her to make his own tea and muck out her stable, but sadly it’s not going so wellâ€
To be fair I don't go up every day but the question still grinds on me!
“Do they shoot horses?â€
I feel like saying “yes they tie them up to a target board and anyone who pays me a fiver can have a go to win a prizeâ€
“Do horses end up at a glue factory when they die?â€
“No, they end up in your Burger Kingâ€
“Does your horse eat grass?â€
“No but it gets through a fair bit of steak and chips a week"
"Do you do gymkana games on it?"
"Err no! We are both a bit long in the tooth!"
I know they mean well and are just curious, but seriously, I wish they'd engage brain before opening their mouths.