Don't know a bloomin' thing about horses. Isn't that the strangest thing you've just about ever heard??
Lately, I've ran across several folks who tell me they rode as a kid and have had horses most of their lives but, as I can attest as I've seen it in the flesh, don't know how to properly saddle a horse or put a bridle together.
When I went to resaddle the mare, I was amazed at the lousy quality of the blanket. Holy cow, I'd have used that blankie for my cowdog when she was having puppies! It was horrible and dirty. The bridle was a hodge-podge with a totally inappropriate bit for a green horse.
But then, when I try to say something, I get defensiveness. Hey, they asked me and I told them. Being non-direct is not in my vocabulary. Plain and straight foreward is my style, as you well know if you've been reading this blog any time at all.
Or the case of a young Arab who needs to meet the vet for an attitude adjustment but the people think he's the bomb and want to breed him....Have they not noticed that there is a glut of ooky horses out there that can't find a home, not to mention some nicer ones too that can't?? Guess not.
These questions are one for the ages and I guess will go on till the end of time. But I'll keep trying to show people the correct way. 'Bout all I can do. *sigh*