bootbucket
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it's a good smell and I can't for the life of me understand why anyone else wouldn't enjoy it too! 
just sigh awkwardlyNobody has commented on me smelling like dogs before, not that I can remember at least. I do get looks from owners of intact male dogs I happen to pass sometimes. They'll be very confused and embarrassed that he is so interested in my crotch. Sometimes I wonder what the look on their face would be if I casually admitted "Oh, it's ok, my bitch is in heat." lol.
The nerve of some people, stompin' around reekin' of horse... There ought to be a law!I along with my vehicles and pretty much everything I own smells like horses.... mare in heat would be the harder to explain smell...... though I guess I could say I accidently walked behind her as she exploded like a geyser!
The nerve of some people, stompin' around reekin' of horse... There ought to be a law!
Requiring more of 'em...![]()
Here is a bit of funny info though.
When in college I was on the equestrian team. Everyone on the team was around horses pretty much all the time.
When we road the bus to one of our horse shows, we were all away from horses for that amount of time.
The first thing the entire equestrian team did when we got to the barns and riding arena and around the horses, we would all take a deep breath and comment on how good it smelled to be back around horses again.
And this I must mention, is coming from people on the team that were not even zoos, just horse people. That said, I am 99% sure some of them were zoos and just not willing to out themselves.
yeah, if I was away from horses for a long period I would probably be like that too.On a related note, when I was younger, I spent several years working summers on an island where the only mode of transport was horses. Every spring when the boat was tying up, that first whiff of road apples with a slight under-smell of fudge told me, like nothing else possibly could, "You're home, safe where you belong!"
More often than not, I got some strange looks as I crossed the gangway to the dock, sporting tears that I barely noticed running down my face while chuckling, if not outright laughing...
No "kind of" about it... After a long winter of putting up with the stupidities that go with living in a city, I was more than ready to be back where I belonged - amongst the horses that've always been better company to me than people. There were a couple of springs when I could catch a whiff of the island while the boat was still a mile or two offshore. It always amused me to watch the early-season tourists crinkling their noses and starting to mutter about the "godawful stink, and we ain't even there yet!"yeah, if I was away from horses for a long period I would probably be like that too.
I would be likely boisterous about being happy to be back home, kind of the old "hahaha, it is good to be home again" so that no one would question my real reason I liked being home.
Well being that I've been around horses for most of my life and also work in the construction business my ex used to tell me that I smelled like a bears ass when I got home from work.
Oh Really... So did they make a habbit of smelling bears asses, to be able to tell the specific scent?Well being that I've been around horses for most of my life and also work in the construction business my ex used to tell me that I smelled like a bears ass when I got home from work.
Oh Really... So did they make a habbit of smelling bears asses, to be able to tell the specific scent?![]()
Still doThat's called "manly odour". In medieval ages the women liked it.