The Plaster Stereotypes

There are so many different horses and especially so many different riders. Actually, we all have the same hobby, but if you look at us rider more closely, somehow not. The jokes about not jumping dressage riders, the bad fit of the show jumper and the madness of the bush riders are already hanging out to our ears, but nevertheless they persist. The saying, What does a dressage rider call when there is a straw in the hall? - jump free! ' is also after the tenth time diligently geliked and shared. What we all have in common is the horses (I ignore the new discipline of hobby horse riding here). They always have four legs, a lot of hunger and often their own head and, above all, all the horses are sometimes dirty.

It is puzzled whether horses may simply have a very pronounced camouflage instinct and therefore always wallow in the dirt. But if the horse is really dirty, it will be cleaned - you should think so. As there are also different riders and horses, there are also different plaster stereotypes. With what a plaster box should be equipped, we have riders in the best case already learned in the pony riding school and how to properly use which cleaning equipment actually. 'Actually' - the little word that goes through so many blog posts.

The perfectionist

This type of grooming plans well and always four hours for the stable every day. The box is not only hunted, but also neatly swept. The potions are scrubbed every day and the pasture is also taken care of. The food is put together with such care that you no longer know exactly whether you are in the stable or in a laboratory.

And then when it comes to cleaning, the two cleaning boxes are taken out of the closet and the horse with three different brushsticks, two mane brushes, a metal, a rubber and a plastic harrow, a lot of coat gloss spray, hoof oil, Huffett and hoof paint and two different Lambskin gloves polished to a high gloss. Not to mention the various wipes for nose, nostrils, eyes, ears and ... Finally, the perfectionist states that she does not even have time to ride anymore and puts her horse in the pits. Tomorrow is another day.

The Optimist

She looks for her horse every day at least half an hour in the pasture or on the paddock. At some point, his camouflage flies in the mud but on and the owner realizes that it is not an aardvark, but his horse. Sometimes there is a likelihood of confusion with other horses because they usually all have the same gray-brown coat color after a thunderstorm and a day on the paddock.

But once the horse has been found, the optimist gets down to work and tries to get the finger-thick mud crust down. All the stable members advise her to water hose, but she wants to make it so. Finally, there are two kilograms of dirt and hair on her fleece pullover - the horse is still dirty.

The fast

She is a master in equine-fast-finishing. If you have made an appointment for a ride at 10 o'clock, the fast does not arrive at the stable until 5 to 10, but in the end it is sitting on your horse in front of you. Your motto? Saddle position and head are enough! Just brush over and off. It does not bother the dirt - after all, belongs to a horse.

The Crazy

This plaster stereotype always wanted to have a mold and has actually gained one despite the warnings. From that moment on, he questions this decision every day. In front of the other stable members, of course, it is still said that they are absolutely happy with the coat color - except in winter, before riding lessons, before the photo shoot, before the tournament or in summer.