Sometimes I wonder why I bother making plans with horses. The gods of equestrianism always seem to think my ideas are hilarious and end up saying “That was cute, Lindsay. Try again.”
Perhaps you’re familiar with such a phenomenon: You enter a show. You diligently prepare. You empty your bank account. You load up all the items on your packing list (that you triple-checked) and as soon as you close the trailer tack room door and let out a sigh of relief, you turn to find your horse slinging off a shoe or rolling in his stall due to an ill-timed
