You’ve all been there: sat next to the trainer who just can’t seem to keep his mouth shut, or the mom who loves to whistle and holler her daughter’s name as if she were a dog. You’ve walked through the aisles and seen the shavings littering the already hoof black-stained concrete floors. You’ve all shown in the ring where it seems like everyone has some sort of problem that forces them to drag their feet along the ground. Well, we’ve been there, too.
