You know you're a Horse Person when...
Your mood today depends on how yesterday's training session went.
You pull change from your pocket and hay falls all over.
You kiss your horse more often than your husband or boyfriend.......... and enjoy it more.
You think grazing is a perfectly acceptable substitute for mowing the front yard.
You've considered moving into the barn, since it is cleaner than the house.
You have a _terrible_ fall off your horse, and your only concern is if the horse is okay.
You buy land and decide to build the barn before the house so your horses have a place to stay. Then you move into the barn yourself and forget about the house.
Your horse has its mane pulled more often than you get a hair cut.
Your house is 'decorated' with bits, saddles, bridles, halters, blanket racks, trunks, trophies and ribbons.
Your non-horsey friend gives you a funny look after glancing into the back seat of your car, and you realize he's noticed your whips and spurs.
You see the vet more than you see your doctor.
You don't even want to think about how your car would be paid for, your mortgage would be much smaller, and you might have some savings if you didn't have horses.
Your horse gets new shoes more often than you do.
You use horse shampoo for yourself because you know shampoo for humans is not recommend for horses and you can only afford one or the other
Most of your social life is with other horse folk.
You spend more on that 6 year old jumper than your family has EVER spent on a car!
You known more about equine nutrition than human nutrition....... and it shows.
You clean your tack after *every* ride but never ever ever wash the car
You say 'whoa' to stop your bicycle. (or car, truck, dog, etc.)
You can find your boots in the dark by the aroma.
Your horse gets more compliments for grooming than you do.

My Wife...
My wife she has a quarter horse, with flaxen mane and tail
She thinks he is the finest thing that ever jogged a rail

She calls him Dandy Darling, and if the truth I tell,
That fancy pampered quarter horse has made my life pure hell.

My wife she used to cook for ME and serve it with champagne
Now she'd rather feed that horse and fix his special grain.

She rides him every morning, and grooms him half the night
The last time that she kissed ME it was just to be polite.

He dresses better than I do, with matching wraps and ties,
My wardrobe's so neglected now that I attract the flies.

One day my wife was shopping, she was down at the mall,
And fancy pampered DANDY was just standing in his stall.

He looked so smug and sassy, that I began to grin,
I'd saddle that fat sucker, and take him for a spin.

I've wondered since if cues I gave, he might have misconstrued,
For when I climbed aboard that horse, he rightly came UNGLUED.

He bucked and spun, and snorted fire, and threw me through a fence.
I saw big stars and there are teeth that I ain't heard from since.

My wife came home and saw me, just a lying in the dirt,
She rushed up to her HORSE and asked him, "Sweetheart are you HURT?"

He'd scratched his nose a little bit, and the memory galls me yet,
She left me lying in the mud, and ran to call the VET!!!