Since my day job is with The Emily Post Institute, horse people often approach me with etiquette questions. When I hear horse people talking about manners, I can’t keep my mouth shut, I have to butt in.
Both of my kids are involved in sports. Thank the high heavens the girl rides (begin questioning my sanity here). The boy, age 9, plays hockey. Having not been much of a team sport participant myself (I ran track), it’s been very interesting to watch the boy as he’s progressed from mini-mite to cross-ice mite to regular mite to his current level, squirt. The horse show equivalent would be walk-trot, short stirrup, maiden and novice. Having never had brothers or male cousins, it’s even more intriguing watching the little male ego evolve through sports.
I saw a thread yesterday on the COTH forums entitled “Tell me about Connemaras.” “Mtn trails” has the opportunity to take on and train a 10-year-old completely green Connemara. She asked her fellow COTHers about breed characteristics and personality. Mtn trails, pull up a chair.
We had a record-breaking 32.9 inches of snow here this weekend in Chittenden County, Vermont. What a mess. A beautiful, white mess. Those of you lucky enough to be doing the horse thing in the south may not be able to quite wrap your head around what 2 1/2 feet of snow can be like at the barn.