life of the party

There's not much to say about me and my pony.  I've been working too hard, been too stressed, became sick with the mystery plague that led to a 1.5 hour dr. appt full of test after test that's still a mystery, and the weather has been too icky to do much.  I rode on Monday, it was rather pear shaped, and there's not much else to say other than it's so damn hard to center a treeless when you're short and it likes to go diagonal.  I really have no concept of whether it's centered over his withers from the ground.

I was just thinking how I am such a downer around non-horse people when they bring up horses.

So far I've told the non-horsey folk about

• Horse overpopulation and slaughter
• The harmful effects of shoeing
• The ugly facts behind horse racing
• The foley whinny added to tv shows/movies when someone hauls back on a horse's mouth and it yanks its head in the air, mouth agape, reacting to pain from the bit
• My stance on stalling horses and why mine aren't
• Sheath cleaning (this is ALWAYS a fun one for watching facial expressions)
• What they do to the poor TWH, and why Peanut's life was most likely saved just because he's a bastard and bastards can't be registered
• The subtleties of riding - aka, why I still take lessons

Yep, I'm a laugh a minute.  At this point, when someone brings up horses at work, I always ask them if they really want me to get started.