12-02-2011, 10:58 PM
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Ok, today I went to this big fancy barn to shoe a horse. There was a big ole woman sitting in a lawn chair in the arena. She was wearing a baseball cap with a Parelli logo on it. She was layed back in the low-ridin' position in that lawn chair like a fat cat, holding a stock pole (oh, I meant carrot stick)barking orders to a woman who was lunging her horse. The lady who was doing the horse work was the owner of this ritzy place, and they own nearly half of the county I live in. The lady in the chair was from the city and was charging big money to come down and teach this rich family to do Parelli games. Did I mention her butt was huge?
I walked in there to do my job and was quickly informed of how important this lady trainer was. (By her) and she told me she "trained people to train their horses." Then she began running down the previous trainer who was helping the rich people.
I asked if she had them ole gaited horses ridin pretty good for Mr. And Mrs. Rich, and she looked at me cockeyed like I had lost my mind. She said she doesn't ride. I wasn't surprised