I come from a non-riding family…so you can imagine what I get (although I will say they have gotten better)
Me: “Mom, guess what?! I won my second class!”
Mom: “I thought you had a show today…I didn’t know you guys competed in your lessons.”
Grandma (after I spent an entire flat class schooling the horse I was riding in the art of NOT bucking…unsuccessfully): “Why didn’t you win honey? The horses on tv in the rodeo last night got more points for bucking…you didn’t get anything.”
Me (to a friend): “I have a horse show tomorrow, so I can’t go out.”
Friend: “Oh? What kind of show?”
Me: “Hunter/jumper.”
Friend (appalled): “I thought you hated hunting! Why would you want to hunt down someone’s jumper?”
Me: “The horse I’m working with is really green.”
Friend: “I thought they only came in black and brown.”
There are many, many more…but I have to run to class!
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