So my very non-horsey (borderline anti-horsey, actually) husband and I went out to dinner. It was pouring rain, and we were sharing an umbrella as we trotted across the parking lot to the restaurant.
He kept pushing into me as we traversed the lot, and I kept stepping away.
“Stop moving!” he said as I sidestepped once again. “I’m trying to get my head under the umbrella!
“Sorry! I was moving over when you pushed me!” I retorted.
“Like a dressage horse, you mean?” he scoffed.
I almost dropped the umbrella. He's learning! Dare I hope?
Don't wrassle with a hog. You just get dirty, and the hog likes it.
Collecting Thoroughbreds - tales of a re-rider and some TBs
Awwww how cute!
And in a pair! lol
Mine is becoming more and more supportive... He even went out on a vet visit with me
Your a GOOD dressage wife!!