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Discussion on Leave Those Shavings in the Barn!
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Bonni1
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Posted on Friday, Dec 6, 2002 - 12:48 pm:
I leave my dirty boots in the barn, I can change into them out there to feed or clean the stalls for my grateful equi-friends, and then change back into my clean boots - This only works if you have a mouse and bug free area to store them!
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Sonnynbr
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Posted on Sunday, Dec 8, 2002 - 7:36 am:
I am so ready for a make over. My warDrObe consists of jeans, old t shirts and sweaters for horse chores...one dress up outfit I wear over and over. Sure, everytime we are going out...I need to toss out a flake or two from the car...hay on that dress up suit as well, you get the picture! (obviously I do all the horse work at my place!) How can I see those Ralph Lauren horsey-ads (oh, to look like THAT!! in the barn) do those people exist? And those wonderful warm fleece things???? Hay magnets!!!! What's a girl to do? How do I start ?
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Penner
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Posted on Sunday, Dec 8, 2002 - 1:34 pm:
I use those black rubber shoe things (shoe height galoshes type thing)that go over your boots/shoes. A company used to make them called "Totes". They are very thin, fit nice & snug on your boots (so its easy to ride in them too), yet come off easy.
But, used to know a girl who'd come out in white breeches, clean her horse & ride. She always managed to stay clean, I don't know how she did it, I'm jealous & its not fair, LOL! 
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Dres
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Posted on Sunday, Dec 8, 2002 - 2:38 pm:
i wear water proof ski overalls over my riding clothes.. that way when feeding or cleaning or picking wet peanut butter hoofs i can just use a sponge to wipe myself clean...
but.. it is a pain to take on and off when riding.. but worth the laundry bill and vacumming time in the house..
Ann
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Maureen
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Posted on Sunday, Dec 8, 2002 - 3:24 pm:
White breeches! I never, ever wear white anything.Or khaki,or any light color. Have you ever walked in a nice unhorsey place and realize you were leaving horse manure in your tracks?
Once I mucked out stalls, then, without time to change, had to attend my son's end of school event. A swarm of flies followed me into the building. No one sat near me. Needless to say, it embarrassed my son.
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