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You Know Your A Real Horse Person When...
you change lanes while driving and your "inside" leg moves to apply pressure. contributed by Rheanne
you click to your dog. contributed by Rheanne
you click to your friends. contributed by Rheanne
your daughter's birth announcement reads: "it's a filly!" contributed by Rheanne
you've taught your dog to longe. contributed by Rheanne
there is at least one saddle in your living room. contributed by Rheanne
you wonder if Hoofmaker doubles as a moisturizer. contributed by Rheanne
while jogging, your "inside" leg extends farther to help you balance. contributed by Rheanne
you think the 5th fairway would make a great galloping lane. contributed by Rheanne
while walking your dog, you hold the leash like a rein. contributed by Rheanne
you post over speed bumbs. contributed by Stacy Williams
you half-halt your dog while out walking. contributed by Stacy Williams
you explain to your child's pediatrician that you knew the child was sick because he was off his feed. contributed by A. Archibald
you show up in city clothes dressed for appointments and when you get there people reach over the breakfast table to pick alfalfa out of your hair.
you're trying to get by a co-worker in a restricted space and instead of saying "excuse me" to him/her, you cluck at them instead.
no one wants to ride in your car because they'll get sweet feed and hay in their socks and purses...but that's ok because then you'd have to rearrange all the tack to make room for them, anyway!
your spouse does something nice for you and you say "good boy" or "atta girl" and pat him/her on the neck.
your boyfriend complains that you love your horse more then you love him and you answer: "And your point is?"
you are totally grossed out by human hair in the sink or tub, but don't mind horse hair in your washer, on your clothes, in your food.
you consider a pristine golf course as a waste of good pasture land.
you buy duct tape by the case, and carry rolls in your pocketbook, your briefcase, and the console of your car.
you plan your pregnancy around the show season so you can send your horse to your dressage instructor for training during the eighth and ninth months.
you dress like a lawyer on weekdays and someone who needs a lawyer on your days off.
you pull a $17,000 horse trailer with a $1,700 pickup truck.
you seriously consider trading your 1996 Buick for a 1988 Diesel crewcab dually pickup truck, even swap.
you realize that finding a horse shoe truly is lucky because you've saved ten bucks.
your trying to get by a co-worker in a restricted space and instead of saying "excuse me"to him/her, you cluck at them instead.
you say "whoa" to the dog.
you say "whoa" to your kids.
you say "whoa" to your truck.
your spouse brings the new saddle to bed so it can be worked on it while watching TV.
you see the vet more than you see your child's pediatrician.
your horse gets new shoes more often than you.
you put a gun rack in your pickup truck to carry dressage whips and riding crops.
for once you have extra money to buy yourself something, and you get the check out counter and decide that you don't really need that shirt anyway. That $25 could be an entry fee!
the real estate agent asks what kind of house you are looking for, and you say, "More than six acres."
you are unreasonably pleased to get a horse item, ANY horse item, as a gift. "They really cared!!!"
you actually like all horse items, any horse items, regardless of execution.
you stop channel surfing at Budweiser Clydesdale commercials.
you actually get to a point where flies don't bother you so much.
your horse gets more compliments for grooming than you do.
you've considered moving into the barn, since it is cleaner than the house.
your spouse hangs around the barn hoping to get a massage when you've finished on your horse.
you go to the museum with a non-horsy friend and, whilst wandering through the ancient bronzes, suddenly realize he is asking exasperatedly, 'Well? What about the conformation on this one?"
you run your tongue over your back molars and idly wonder if they need to be floated.
you can find your boots in the dark by the aroma.
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 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.
you chirp to, cluck to or spur your truck/car.
the concept of sleeping in on the weekends has long since faded from your memory.
you know you're a hunter/jumper/ct person when:
...you count how many steps (strides) you take in between the cracks in the sidewalk, the shadows of trees, etc.
...you count strides to the beat of the music in your car and pretend that the telephone poles are the jumps.
you don't have to be asked by your non-horsy family what you want for Christmas anymore...they now get their own horse catalogs.
you keep a spare curb chain in your purse for emergencies.
the family photos are in the bedroom; the horse photos in the den.
the board check is paid before any other bill.
your instructor and vet are the only non-family on your speed-dial.
you always have new foal pictures in your wallet.
the photo Christmas cards feature the horses.
you have memorized the addresses of your breed association and AHSA.
you've spent so much time at the boarding stable that people think you're the maintenance man.
you wear NASCAR baseball caps to horse shows so people won't ask you questions that you can't answer.
you coax your horse into the trailer with a carrot, give him a bite, and walk out finishing it yourself. (family germ theory apparently extends to horses).
You know you're a hunter/jumper/etc. when...
every log / yard fence / flower garden / etc. looks like a good fence. contributed by Rheanne
your dog jumps something and you sigh, "her knees were uneven!" contributed by Rheanne
Note: Many of these have appeared in several sites. None that we've seen are willing to give or take credit for it.
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