My boyfriend (bless him) has been nothing but supportive of my horse habit. Despite an eyeball-scratching allergy to horses, he pops Reactine and goes on the odd trail ride with me. He flew to a remote northern town in Mongolia to meet me at the finish line of the Mongol Derby. And he just smiles and nods when I say, at least once a month, “Don’t kill me, but I just spent another $200 at the tack shop.”
But the reason I really appreciate him is his unintentionally hilarious observations of the horse world. My man is a fount of truth that we riders are too afraid to speak aloud.
Here then, are his words of wisdom.