I’ve been at my barn for a little over a year now, and for the most part, it’s pretty awesome. A good friend is the barn owner, manager, and trainer all in one. My horses are extremely well cared for. My horses make themselves useful in lessons (you know, when Moe isn’t bucking his children off or freaking them out by going too fast). I can set up all the jumps I want, and no one complains (or steals them). There’s an indoor arena, an outdoor arena, and a big hay field for riding.
There’s just one teeny, tiny problem: it’s full of dressage queens. And it’s starting to make me question my eventer-ness. Here’s how I know I’ve been spending too much time with dressage people:
- I’m beginning to consider the merits of pre-tied stock ties.
- I’ve considered putting a sparkly browband on my dressage bridle
- My horses now wear boots for flatting.
- Any jump over 2′ looks impressive because I reset it to that height from a tiny crossrail.
- Dressage shows now sound like a good time instead of a nightmare.
- I get nervous when I have to memorize a test for a show instead of having someone read it to me.
- 20 x 40 meter arenas feel cramped.
- I’ve made up an acronym to remember the letters in a 20 x 60 arena. (All King Victor Edward’s Shiny Horses Can Make Really Big Purple Fences)
- The horses’ manes are longer than 3″
- Eventing tests seem weird because there’s no halt at X upon entry
- I willingly practice dressage
I know, I know, it’s total madness. But I guess I can’t complain, since Moe had a personal best dressage score last month and Gina won me a neck ribbon last year…