10/26/2026
Had to share this, so true😁
HORSE PEOPLE ARE NOT NORMAL PEOPLE. WE JUST HAVE BETTER EXCUSES FOR OUR BEHAVIOR.
A normal person sees a $2,000 bill and has a mild panic attack.
A horse person sees a $2,000 vet bill and says, “Well, at least it wasn’t colic surgery.”
A normal person checks the weather before making plans.
A horse person checks the weather, the wind speed, the mud situation, the hay supply, and whether one particular horse has decided to become emotionally unavailable today.
A normal person gets home from work and relaxes.
A horse person gets home from work and starts their second full time job, which involves p**p, broken fences, mysterious injuries, and an animal that has somehow managed to remove a blanket designed to withstand a nuclear winter.
A normal person has a savings account.
A horse person has a savings account that is basically a temporary holding facility for money waiting to be transferred to the vet, farrier, feed store, or trailer repair shop.
A normal person goes on vacation.
A horse person spends the entire vacation watching the barn camera, texting whoever is feeding, and wondering if the horses look slightly thinner than they did yesterday.
A normal person sees a horse for sale and thinks, “That’s a beautiful animal.”
A horse person sees a horse for sale and thinks, “I could fix his topline, change his feed, put 60 days on him, improve his feet, and probably make him a really nice horse.”
WE ARE NOT SHOPPING. WE ARE DIAGNOSING POTENTIAL PROJECTS.
And the absolute worst part?
You can be completely broke, exhausted, covered in manure, three days behind on laundry, and questioning every decision you’ve ever made…
…and then your horse nickers when he sees you, puts his nose against your chest, and suddenly you’d sell a kidney to keep this entire circus running.
We are an incredibly strange community of people who willingly organize our entire lives around animals that would eat our emergency fund, ignore our boundaries, and occasionally try to launch us into another dimension.
And tomorrow morning, we’ll wake up and do it all again.
Because apparently, loving horses is a condition for which there is no known cure.
