It would appear so…
I feel like this is what my horse is saying to me every time I go to throw yet another blanket on him. Of course I’m fairly certain that nine times out of ten I blanket him according to how cold I feel instead of what’s likely more appropriate for a 1200-pound hairball. This tendency is of course exacerbated by the fact that I’m from Florida (a land free of this Winter bogusness) and think anything below 70 is uncivilized.
Go Riding! After you defrost your mount!
Morgane Schmidt Gabriel is a 32-year-old teacher/artist/dressage trainer/show announcer/ who still hasn’t quite decided what she wants to be when she grows up. A native Floridian, she now lives in Reno, NV, where she’s been able to confirm her suspicion that snow is utterly worthless. Though she has run the gamut of equestrian disciplines, her favorite is dressage. She was recently able to complete her USDF bronze and silver medals and is currently working on her gold. Generally speaking her life is largely ruled by Woody, a 14.2 hand beastly quarter horse, Willie, a now beastly 5-year-old Dutch gelding, and Stormy, her friend’s nearly all white paint gelding with a penchant for finding every mud hole and pee spot in existence. Visit her website at www.theideaoforder.com.