And then there are barn BFFS, the best of all BFFs. Let us count the reasons why:
You’ve both been coated in blood (probably yours), tears (definitely yours), sweat, horse snot, and whatever that splotch of green is on your favorite pair of breeches, and it has only brought you closer.
When you’re on top of the world, and dust you off when you’re face down in it.
When you need convincing that your horse doesn’t hate you, your trainer doesn’t hate you, you don’t actually hate your trainer, and you don’t actually hate your horse. Or you do, and now it’s time to go horse shopping!
Are you going to text pictures of poop to in the middle of the night to ask, “Does this look normal to you?”
When you show up to a coffee date covered in mud, hay and questionable substances (and they’re probably looking just as gross themselves).
The perfect thing to say. For example, “It’s okay, I’m sure no one noticed your 14 strides of counter-canter.” Or ,“It was a tough distance, I probably would have accidentally left out those three strides as well.”
The smell of horse, a tack room, or fresh hay in a way that your significant other or other friends just can’t.
About the finer points of sheath cleaning with any of your other friends, you would no longer have any other friends.
Like a late Friday night or an early Saturday spent at the barn. Or an emergency vet call visit.
Which means they’re just as crazy (or maybe a little crazier) than you are.
When Aubrey Moore isn’t riding her horse Flynn, new pony or doing near-constant maintenance on her truck, she can be found with a glass of wine in hand, chatting happily with her cat Frankie.
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