You Know You’re a Horse Lover When…
- Your school book report is on the Dover Saddlery catalog.
- You hurt your foot and tell your friends you came up lame.
- You are elated when a nice pair of jeans is ripped or stained because you just gained a new pair of comfortable riding jeans!
- You see a great looking guy riding a horse and only notice the horse.
- You lean forward as your car goes over a speed bump.
- The only shoes you have are covered in mud and manure.
- You quickly hop out of bed at 5am to head to a big horse show when just the day before you hit the snooze alarm over and over until you were late for work.
- You tie your tennis shoes in a quick release knot.
- You walk behind your car and touch it so it knows you are there.
- You’d rather muck stalls than clean your house.
- You go on vacation and call twice a day to check on the horses and forget to ask about the kids.
- You see a golf course and think about how that would make great pastureland.
- Towing capacity and wheel base are more important to you than gas mileage.
- Your friends and family check the barn before the house to see if you are home.
- You refer to your bedroom as your stall.
- You’re spending more money on hay to make your horse “go” than gas for your car.
- You’re the only girl on your block whose favorite shoes are a pair of muck boots.
- Your hair style is determined by how well it’ll fit underneath a helmet.
- All the “good carrots” are saved for your horse but the “bad carrots” go into the pot of stew you’re fixing for dinner.
- You cut your finger and you have to run out to the tackroom because that’s where all your first aid supplies are located.
- When there’s just as much horse hair on your clothes as on your horse.
- You say “whoa” as you hit your car brakes.
- Your horse’s shampoo is more expensive than your human shampoo.
- Your horse gets his dinner before your kids do.
- You go to the supermarket in your breeches and boots.
- Your horse’s stable is spotless and your house is always a mess.
- Your veterinarian is number one on your speed dial and your husband is number two.