I peed in a stable last night. I have a loo in the feed room that’s not a 30 second walk from the stables. (I just don’t like using it- it’s normally full of moths and or spiders!)
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Yes they did… The only reason I know is because a friend who gets the magazine (I don’t) read the article and recognized me in it. She wanted to know if I really truly did what I said I did (dunk my entire head in a bucket of water on a blazing hot day). (The answer is yes…:))
I don’t know what issue the article is in, though.[/QUOTE]
Does anyone have this article? Is there s link to it somewhere?
I kiss my horse more than I do my husband.
Borrowed a pair of tall boots to ride in my first dressage clinic. During the warm up I started having horrible leg cramps so I switched to paddock boots. At the end of the lesson the clinician asked if I ever had problems with the stirrup leathers pinching my legs (he was leading up to suggesting wrapping my legs with polo wraps until I could get some half chaps). I replied “only when I ride in shorts”.
I’ve taking a dip in the stock tank, picked up turds with my bare hands, brushed my hair with horse brushs, peed in stalls and trailers and ridden in a saddle wearing shorts. I grew up drinking out of the hose, can’t believe there are people that don’t.
Since I spilled oil on the carpet while cleaning my tack once, and it was too dark outside to do it there, I cleaned tack in my bathtub.
After learning the school horse I ride didn’t like freezies I ate the muzzled, slightly slobbery freezie off my gunky, post grooming hand. I didn’t want to drop it and leave a sticky bit in the aisle.
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Have any of you less-than-anal types noticed strong immune systems?
Horsepeople are tougher than dirt ;)[/QUOTE]
I went to a wedding where over half the guests got food poisoning but not me! My husband was not among the fortunate few, I told him he didn’t eat enough dirt as a child.
Yes, I’ve also handled horse poop with bare hands. And I pee in the trailer at shows; I have a bladder issue and can’t trust my horse 100% to stay tied to the trailer, so it’s really the best option. Now of course said horse hasn’t ever taken off when I’ve been peeing in the trailer… so no one’s been treated to me running after her while pulling up my pants!
I don’t get sick as often as a lot of my non-horsey friends…
I talk to my horse and I answer for him in a silly voice. Like Kristoff and Sven. Our trail rides are full of conversation. Good thing we ride alone. I gave him a small speech impediment (his S’s sound like D’s).
I need more friends.
Never mind…
I’d far rather pee in a stall or trailer than use a public restroom. When we travel with our horses I always use the the trailer rather than icky gas station restrooms. My husband prefers it too since I’ll make him go from gas station to gas station until wee find a suitable restroom when we are on the road. But, if we have the trailer any safe area to pull over is perfect!
Washing my hair in the wash stall before dinner out is normal. I dry it with my horses’ towels and I’ve used Cowboy Magic as conditioner and Quickbraid as hair spray more than once.
I usually remember to bring a change of clothes if I have somewhere to go after the barn but it’s really hard for me to remember a change of shoes. I’ve worn paddock boots with dress slacks more times than I care to admit.
When I first met my DH, I kept my finger nails painted all of the time. He thought I was a normal girly-girl. I was just trying to cover up the fact that there is permanent dirt stuck under my nails. Luckily, hubby has turned into a horse person and now we both have perma-dirty hands.
At any given time an unannounced guest to my house will find that my dining room chairs are actually saddle pad drying racks.
In the winter when it’s chilly outside, I don’t like to clean tack and get cold hands so DH and I will pile up bridles and saddles in the living room and clean and grease leather while we watch TV.
I have used my horses stall as a potty because Im too lazy to walk back up to the house in the morning.
Is it bad that I’m reading this thread and finding most of it totally normal behavior? :lol:
I’m so spoiled about peeing now too! I’m like a puppy and will piddle anywhere. When I have to actually go out into the real world and interact with “normal” society, I find it so inconvenient to have to hunt up a bathroom when there is a perfectly good concealed location right over yon, and I always have a little scrap of TP in my pocket. :lol:
Yes, I’ve also handled horse poop with bare hands.
When I’m mucking a stall and particularly stubborn piece of poop refuses to stay on my fork after repeated attempts, I have NO problem picking that puppy up with my bare hands and chucking it into the muck bucket.
And then finish eating my gingersnaps/breakfast. 
I’ve gone out the barn to throw hay in the skirt I wore to work - at least I changed out of my good shoes.
As for our food sharing, hand washing, and water drinking habits - collectively, we probably have the toughest immune systems on earth and will survive the next plague.
My reaction to seeing my gelding mount his female companion twice in 10 minutes before I pulled him in to get ready for my lesson was “Hopefully he expended enough energy to be good for my ride.”
I’m perfectly happy to pee in a stall or trailer, but if I’m out hiking and have to pee I have a much harder time “letting go”. I’m also a lot more likely to fall over while trying to pee in the woods. be the uneven/hard footing because I can pee in a super fluffy/uneven stall no problem.
Every couple weeks I bring all my tack home and sit in front of the TV and watch Disney movies (or Cats [the musical]) on VHS while I spend HOURS cleaning every single bit of leather and metal I own. To get around Mom’s rule of “no oiling in the Rec Room” rule (where I do all my tack cleaning) I put a tarp down on the couch/floor under my sawhorse and oil that way. No muss, no fuss!
I have full conversations with my pony, but don’t answer for him out loud. His responses are in my head, but I’ll continue talking out loud to him. It’s not unusual for someone to pull into the driveway and hear “JAVA! CUT THE BULL****!” coming from the barn either. (He hasn’t quite figured out that I can hear him fidgeting/pawing in the crossties when I dip around the corner to grab stuff out of the locker). I also say “thank you” whenever he does what I ask, I tell him “this is bull****” when he’s being dumb, and I frequently put myself in situations that he’ll spook about if I were to ask him to go there (between jumps that have a horse-width gap between them, over the tarp the jumpers use as a liverpool, through the middle of the head coach’s 4 horse head-to-head trailer, etc) and tell him he’s being dumb about it, and he’ll usually (sheepishly) follow.
I have no qualms about grabbing his tail, lifting it, and checking out his butthole. After he went through a nasty bout of the runs last spring and had to put diaper rash cream on his crack/dock daily, he doesn’t bat an eye about it - it’s simply part of the routine. People look quite aghasted when I do this (it’s often paired with “YAY! No runny bum!”), and are REALLY freaked out if I grab the cream and slather it on if he looks a bit chapped.
I keep a spare leather halter, a lightly used saddle pad, and a pair of paddock boots in my car at all times. That horsey smell is my aromatherapy and my non-horsey friends HATE it. But I just tell them if they want a ride they can deal with it, or they can bugger off. My mom borrowed my car yesterday to take the cat to the vet and the cat was perfectly happy with the horse smell (and actually relaxed a bit during the ride) but Mom must have stopped off at Canadian Tire because I went to get into my car today and found one of those clip-to-your-vent air fresheners and a rear-view-mirror air freshener in there. I kindly put them in HER vehicle and headed off to the barn to get it thoroughly horsey-smelling again 
We have a bathroom at the barn, where most people go to get changed, but I have no problem dropping my pants and changing in the aisle of the locker area. It’s not like anyone will see anything other than my boxer briefs. Underwear is underwear, who cares?
I’ve been known to “demonstrate” rolling to Ponybutt on more than one occasion. If he’s had a particularly good workout but isn’t showing interest in rolling, I’ll find a good spot, turn around a few times, then drop and roll. He does the same as soon as I get up and get out of the spot. 
The “rolling” areas are both sand (indoor ring and the roundpen). I would never demonstrate in hogfuel, I DESPISE hogfuel and its splinteryness!
I finally found a line of grooming products that Pony isn’t allergic to, and I’m so addicted to them that I bought duplicates of a few of the products (shampoo, conditioner, flyspray) for my own use. (Company is EcoLicious for anyone interested. All natural human-grade ingredients, the flyspray actually works, and everything smells AMAZING!)
One time, shortly after getting my Troxel Intrepid helmet, I was so comfortable wearing it that I forgot I had it on, got into the car and left the barn, and stopped at the grocery store to grab stuff for dinner, all while wearing my helmet. It wasn’t until I got home and went to get undressed that I realized I forgot to take it off. Woops!
Confession:
Sometimes when I am alone at the barn, I talk to the Mare. I ask her questions and then I respond FOR her in a Mister Ed voice.
I keep a pair of paddock boots and socks in the car in case I want to stop off at the barn and ride.
Those same socks have been worn…ahem many times (because I change back into my flip flops afterwards).
I kiss horse lips, clean sheaths and pick eye boogers and wipe them on my jeans with nary a sideways glance, but I can’t clean out the sink trap collector thingy without serious gagging.
I drink out of hoses all the time. I didn’t realize that was confession-worthy.
My DH was laughing at me when he realised I bought two separate detergents…cheaply regular detergent for laundry, super speshul detergent for delicate skins for the horses.
[QUOTE=Lady Eboshi;7536834]Do you guys sample the feed? I liked sweet feed as a kid.
My vet takes it one further; she mysteriously seems to know EXACTLY how all the common horse-meds taste, and which ones I need to give with ground-up Altoids. The furthest I’ve gone in that direction was to lick a mote of MSM off my finger. It’s bitter. VERY bitter. :p[/QUOTE]
One of my horses is currently on a few drugs one of which is lactulose. A few days ago I was putting some in a dosing syringe and spilled some on my arm. I licked it off, it was a tiny teeny amount, but the person I was talking to said “did you just lick that off your arm!?” (Horror face).
Me = :o … Maybe…
[QUOTE=pony baloney;7657374]I talk to my horse and I answer for him in a silly voice. Like Kristoff and Sven. Our trail rides are full of conversation. Good thing we ride alone. I gave him a small speech impediment (his S’s sound like D’s).
I need more friends.[/QUOTE]
some of mine have ‘voices’. We have created a human persona for my horses’ mum, she is an Irish Lily Savage (you might need google), my Anglo Arab pony speaks with a French accent, my tb sounds like Joanna Lumley.
I was desperate and I mean DESPERATE for a pee one time, in a field so miles from anywhere with a loo. I went behind a tree for a little bit of privacy…just starting my business and several of my horses come around the tree to see what I’m doing, and proceed to stand in a semi circle in front of me, just…watching…
It was too late for me to stop even if I could, but they were just there staring. I could almost imagine the conversation they were having amongst themselves about what I was doing. It got worse when my gelding came over to have a closer look and I had horse ears up the jacksie. Mortified. Mort-i-fied.
Oh, another confession. I once got in trouble with my DH when we were passing in a doorway and he stood aside to let me pass. Quite without thinking I called him a good boy :o
…I like cleaning my horse’s sheath, it’s like a treasure hunt. He likes it too…
