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GvdT schreef:

Ik heb een paar weken geleden ook heel fijn bij Alice getraind. Haar manier van lesgeven sprak mij ook erg aan. Hoorde wel weer dezelfde dingen die ik fout doe, dus dat geeft mij ook wel een goed gevoel. Nog een aantal zeer nuttige tips gekregen voor in de cross zelf.

Biertabje schreef:

je kunt ook eens proberen een sperriempje aan het bit te doen en dan bovenlangs(over de neus) bij druk van de teugel of opening van de mond, krijgt ze druk op de neus, misschien eens op te zien of het haar eventueel pijn doet of gevoelig is voor het bit?!

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You Know You're A Horseperson When...

You find yourself analyzing leg and foot conformation on your friends, and thinking how corrective shoeing could improve their way of going.

You jump out of bed at 5:00 a.m. on Sunday to feed before an early ride, but barely hear the 5:00 a.m. alarm on Monday morning.

You have more pictures of your horses in your office than you have of your family.

You leave work feeling stiff, tense, with a stomach- or headache, and all those feelings disappear the minute you go through the first gate to the ranch.

You think the barn smells better than the latest Calvin Klein fragrance.

You drive up in the yard, get out of the car and inhale the perfume of the manure pile.

You talk to the horses like they were kids.

All your stock has 4 legs.

You hate posing for pictures unless you're on your horse.

You spend a lot of $ on a trip to Europe and end up spending most of your time watching horses.

Most of your social life is with other horse folk.

Cooky McClung's stories in The Chronicle of the Horse, however humorously told they might be, sound like a "normal" life.

You get so mad that you can't get cable TV out at your farm that you put in a satellite dish just so you can get more horse sports coverage.

You have a _terrible_ fall off your horse, and your only concern is if the horse is okay.

You buy watermelon when you don't even like watermelon so that you can give it to your horses.

The concept of sleeping in on the weekends has long since faded from your memory.

You find a human hair in your food and it makes you gag, but horsehair goes down fine.....

You live with electric fencing tape around the lawn, so the horses can mow it for you.

You've got a perpetually skinned place on your knuckles or the heel of your hand, from when the hoof rasp/pick slips....

Folks ask incredulously how many horses you have, because your bulletin board at work is covered with 10 pictures of each horse and only a couple of your spouse or your kids (human, canine, or feline).

You've forgotten what a vacation is, because you spend all your paid time off (re)building fence, meeting the vet, going to shows, etc.

You're about to petition the Town Board and the County Commissioners to grant you a variance to build a larger building than the zoning laws allow. ... Where else is one supposed to ride in bad weather? ... ($20,000 just to have a place to ride????)

You don't try to figure out your to-date-expenses for the critters, because you don't want to know, and it doesn't matter.

You get out of your warm bed at 3:00 AM, and go outside to let the horses in because it's snowing (that wet, heavy stuff). If that's not enough, you scrape off the snow, and even dry them off a little before going back to bed, only to leave for work at 6, and see them back outside, with 2 inches of snow piled on their backs. No, *that* won't happen again.

Your breezeway/mud room has hay & crud all over the floor, a saddle on a rack along the wall, misc. tack hanging from the chairs, muddy boots & gloves, etc. lying about. Someone's coming to visit. You don't care.

After it snows, the pathway to the manure pile is the first thing that gets cleared, then the front porch and sidewalk.

You aren't interested in watching the news, but have to, in order to catch the weather, so you know if the barn needs to be left open for the horses.

Supper time is generally at 8PM, and everyone has been home since before 5.

You RUSH to the front window to watch the horses run & buck in the pasture, even if you're in the middle of a meal. Good, clean fun!

You'd rather stay up with a friend's sick horse than baby-sit her kids. BUT - you will baby-sit a friend's kids while she stays up with a sick horse, even though you HATE baby-sitting.

miss_jumpy schreef:

You hate posing for pictures unless you're on your horse.

andrea16 schreef:

MJ: Ik heb nog wel een kneveltrensje van 13.5 cm liggen. Is een dun bitje, enkelgebroken.