This is What Happens When a Husband Labels the Parts of a Horse

At least a few of these prove he is actually listening when I talk incessantly about my horse! But the rest… 

I lobbed him a few softballs to start off when he asked if face parts count. Why not? Identifying the eyeballs totally counts.

For the record, he actually drew in the chestnut (AKA, the “primordial toe”) all on his own. That earned him at least two extra uninterrupted Red Sox games this season. He should probably just be breaking even after “muscley front cleavage”, but I’d like to give him the benefit of the doubt. (And in his defense, my personal horse is quite cleavage-y.)

He was quite angry that my picture didn’t allow him to demonstrate his under-hoof knowledge, and by that, I mean he knows the frog is “under there somewhere.”

Overall, I’m willing to call this a fair showing! I think it’s time to pull out the Breeds of the Horse flash cards.

Go Horse Husbands.