These are the women (and men) who will hold your horse while you cry about a breakup, who will loan you their show coat when yours gets a mystery stain, and who will sit on a hay bale drinking warm soda at 7 AM just to cheer you on. We’d be lying if we said this lifestyle was always The Saddle Club . It’s expensive (hello, vet bills and farrier fees). It’s heartbreaking (saying goodbye to an old friend is the hardest thing). And it’s humbling—nothing keeps your ego in check like a 15-hand animal deciding he simply does not want to load onto the trailer today.
Now go check your hoof pick—you left it in the truck. horse fucking a girl
Your non-horse friends will text you, "Come out for drinks!" and you’ll reply, "Can’t, my horse has colic." They will look at you like you have three heads. They are your ride-or-dies. These are the women (and men) who will