Why do people want to own cobs?

sentient [ˈsɛntɪənt]
adj
having the power of sense perception or sensation; conscious
n
Rare a sentient person or thing
[from Latin sentiēns feeling, from sentīre to perceive]

I put it to you that if cobs really were 'sentient' beings, then they'd shift a bit quicker when their chubby riders do the pony club kicks that 'thwack' off the layer of fat on their ribs?
S :D
 
More to the point, "dare.to.go.bare", are you advocating a nudist forum?

You and the daemon might have something in common :eek:
 
I live in Australia the land of the Thoroughbred and where many people who want happy plodders ride Standardbreds. If I ever get the opportunity to own a truly classy cob with enough looks to get to HOYS. With a head like a lady's maid and a bum like a cook, true substance (not just fat), masses of bone, straight action and a fabulous gallop, you will hear the joyful sobbing from the UK.
 
This is why people want to own cobs....

"The cob is a short legged stuffy type of small horse, stocky in appearance and capable of carrying a heavyweight rider. Its kind unflappable willing nature and impeccable manners coupled with its weight carrying ability, make it an ideal mount for a heavyweight elderly rider or indeed anyone who is not particularly athletic."
from http://www.localriding.com/cob-horse.html

Move over TBs... I've found my dream horse. It sounds like a match made in heaven. ;)

(I had to Google.... we don't get cobs here, but inexplicably can buy bridles labelled as "cob" size, which causes some consternation in the local tackshop from time to time....)
 
Well, ladies and gents, I'd just like to point out that this is apparently the number 1 thread in HHO this week too.
I suspect the journalist in charge of the list has fallen asleep.
Perhaps she owns a cob, and is constantly bored...all that walk and halt?
S :D

Again! :eek: :eek: And still HHO haven't given you an award as I suggested to TFC? :mad: :mad: So unfair!
 
S'good, innit?
S :D

Not really noooo. Had to look after a couple of cobs today. I feel proper poorly. All that hair gets right up yer nostrils. You need some sort of breathing apparatus just to get near 'em. Thank God, I mean, Gosh, I charged 'em for my troubles.
 
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