COTH True Confessions...

[mortgagemyhorse]

Aside from peeing in stalls, drinking from the hose and sharing an apple or carrot with the horse I do these:

1. Sometimes when I’m done riding in that perfect weather that is cool enough that the horse doesn’t sweat and warm enough that the horse doesn’t need a blanket, I ride up to my horse’s field and untack him right there and turn him out (then on my way out I hang the halter on it’s hook by the fence)

2. I kiss my horse all over his face, then go home and kiss my boyfriend

[gumtree]

[QUOTE=cnvh;7533075]
I brought my horse’s (very dirty) heavyweight blanket home last weekend, so it was in my backseat for a few hours. It reeked of manure, so now my car reeks of manure.

…And I kinda like it.[/QUOTE]

This one really hit home for me.

My parents split up when I was very, very young. My father got custody and not long after he remarried and we moved from farm life in Maryland to suburban Long Island.
My mother remarried and they had a H/J barn. So, my life was split as is most kids of divorce between suburbia and my mothers horse farm. I missed my mother terribly and the farm life. When I returned to my father’s house I would hide one pair of my jeans from my stepmother so she wouldn’t wash them. Take them to bed with me because the “barn smell” made me feel like I was still at my mother’s farm.

Lost my mother a few years ago and even though our house probably smells like a barn all of the time there are days when I notice it. Still brings a smile to my face and I feel she is still around.

As a kid (60’s) I always ate the big chunks of molasses out of the feed cart. Still do on occasions. The original granola bar. Too bad I didn’t think of putting a wrapper around it and selling. Could have had all the horses I wanted and not worry about making the numbers work.

[JBD]

I let my grandchildren play with the whips instead of buying them toys

[BruBoy]

I’ve used my horse’s Mouth Butter as lip balm and liked it.

[Dreamwalker]

I’ve converted my husband and his friends to the dark side:o
He borrowed my small emergency first aid kit when he went mountain biking in the back country and had to use it on another hairy legged male biker. I often wonder what the ER nurses thought as they unwound a fluro pink horse bandage to find a sanitary pad used as a wound pad. It works! And as my emergency kit is small, and is carried in a pocket, everything has to be dual purpose for either horse or rider. I get a giggle every time I see one of their emails organizing trips apparently these items are now considered essential items and we often combine to buy the horse bandages in bulk.

I’ve had to pee in the middle of a group of horses with their riders looking away because there was nothing to hide behind for miles. However, I was not the unlucky one who got caught doing so when the rest the rest of the hunt thundered up:winkgrin:

[UrbanHennery]

I scratch my gelding’s inside thighs and empty scrotum (gelded late with really big brains) for him after every ride. It makes him happy and keeps him from dancing around like a dipshit while the sweat cools and makes him itchy.

I talk to my mini mule in a really sweet voice while calling her foul names as I convince her to consent to being handled for any reason (fly mask, grazing muzzle, hoof trims).

I rarely wear gloves when cleaning sheaths - and the smell doesn’t bother me.

I taste the water in the horse tanks to try to decide when they REALLY need to be drained and rinsed (green does not always equal foul taste).

And of course I drink from the hose, share treats, pee in stalls, etc as mentioned above. I’m a good ole farm girl and it takes a lot to embarrass or shock me.