You have to love the sideways glances you get at places like Starbucks when you wander in wearing half chaps and reeking of horse. I did have a girl there once tell me she loved my boots though. She said they looked 'authentic'
I worked for my horse. I am not rich because I care for my horse with everything I have. Whenever they are hurt we pay for their healing. It is not so simple as owning a horse as you have board, riding, gas for the car, training, lessons, and shows. You must be rich because you don't have a horse.