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Flossy is well known to many on the British Dressage Forum as a teller of interesting stories and perhaps the odd joke or two. We have selected a few tales for your pleasure.
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Differences
The varied responds, in the equestrian social media forums, to the published photographs from the European Dressage Championship highlighted again that although we all share common interest in dressage the different cultural back ground leads us to a different interpretation of the same scenarios.
Some took the view that the rider in question is the biggest villain on earth AND SHOULD BE banned from ever setting a leg over a horse, others vouched for the total integrity of the same rider and his compassionate style of riding .
A recent stay for a week at the CDI confirmed again in my mind how even though we share the love for horses our interpretation of the meaning of love is different .
At the show the lorry park was full with horse boxes from every corner of the world ,each nation advertising and supporting their national characteristics.
The Spanish came in droves of supporters, they have not left anybody at home , the show was treated like a Fiesta the more people the merrier it is, for each competitor there were 42.5 supporters and 18 grooms , by the time the announcer finished calling the rider’s, owner’s and sponsor’s multiple names the horse went into a SIESTA and preformed appropriately .
The Dutch may have been taking part in a horse event but they WOULDN’T give up their national sport even for few days and brought with them large number of cycles which they rode at every available moment to any available direction including in some tests.
The French I can’t dare write what they brought with them or more to the point they haven’t brought with them , the Danes I never found out what is their national peculiarity , they are so politically correct and discreet – or so I thought so.
The British as always are surrounded by dogs. Hounds or a herd of sausage dogs ,they will have their dogs with them 24/7 every WHERE, including the living area of the horse boxes , however modest or plush the lorry is , the dogy bed will be there for the owner to share with the loved one.
My horse box was sandwiched between two horse boxes , on the right A Danish competitor that in spite of the close proximity of the two boxes I could not even hear the occupants breathing , so quiet and considerate to their neighbors they were.
While the Top British Competitor on the left , his wife AND their mobile kennels, kept me awake all nights with the sounds of scratching, sniffing and farting, until I had to turn on the TV at full volume in order to get some peace and quiet.
One night sometime around Midnight one of the dogs started to do what dogs often do when they empty themselves from both ends at the same time. The sounds of Gagging ,Wratching and Vomiting , were very very loud , I thought to myself “thank god for that it will teach the B,,,,,d a lesson, he will leave his dogs at home next time”.
From the Danish horse box suddenly a voice erupted in a perfect English without a trace of accent “WOULD YOU STOP MAKING HER DO IT !!! SHE OBVIOUSLY DOES
NOT LIKE IT!!!!!”.
Some took the view that the rider in question is the biggest villain on earth AND SHOULD BE banned from ever setting a leg over a horse, others vouched for the total integrity of the same rider and his compassionate style of riding .
A recent stay for a week at the CDI confirmed again in my mind how even though we share the love for horses our interpretation of the meaning of love is different .
At the show the lorry park was full with horse boxes from every corner of the world ,each nation advertising and supporting their national characteristics.
The Spanish came in droves of supporters, they have not left anybody at home , the show was treated like a Fiesta the more people the merrier it is, for each competitor there were 42.5 supporters and 18 grooms , by the time the announcer finished calling the rider’s, owner’s and sponsor’s multiple names the horse went into a SIESTA and preformed appropriately .
The Dutch may have been taking part in a horse event but they WOULDN’T give up their national sport even for few days and brought with them large number of cycles which they rode at every available moment to any available direction including in some tests.
The French I can’t dare write what they brought with them or more to the point they haven’t brought with them , the Danes I never found out what is their national peculiarity , they are so politically correct and discreet – or so I thought so.
The British as always are surrounded by dogs. Hounds or a herd of sausage dogs ,they will have their dogs with them 24/7 every WHERE, including the living area of the horse boxes , however modest or plush the lorry is , the dogy bed will be there for the owner to share with the loved one.
My horse box was sandwiched between two horse boxes , on the right A Danish competitor that in spite of the close proximity of the two boxes I could not even hear the occupants breathing , so quiet and considerate to their neighbors they were.
While the Top British Competitor on the left , his wife AND their mobile kennels, kept me awake all nights with the sounds of scratching, sniffing and farting, until I had to turn on the TV at full volume in order to get some peace and quiet.
One night sometime around Midnight one of the dogs started to do what dogs often do when they empty themselves from both ends at the same time. The sounds of Gagging ,Wratching and Vomiting , were very very loud , I thought to myself “thank god for that it will teach the B,,,,,d a lesson, he will leave his dogs at home next time”.
From the Danish horse box suddenly a voice erupted in a perfect English without a trace of accent “WOULD YOU STOP MAKING HER DO IT !!! SHE OBVIOUSLY DOES
NOT LIKE IT!!!!!”.
