On this subject, never bring up stupid things like broken-down wire fences, bog holes the size of Cuba, or genetically inferior feet. That's why you got the job. After all, it is hard to hide the 14k gold belt buckle, the BMW, and the condo on Maui. That's because horse owners have this uncanny ability to see right through that two-day growth of beard, the bloody finger, and that odd smell. So why fight it.
Horseshoers are just a bunch of rich guys trying to get richer.
Well, first the Beamer needed a tune-up, and then the filter went out in the hot tub, which caused the swimming pool heater to burn up. That broke the glass in the solarium and set off the sprinkler system, which soaked my stock portfolios. That caused my commodities broker to make the wrong buy on pork bellies, which meant that we lost so much money that we couldn't afford the new Jag. That naturally led to a good deal of depression, which meant two sessions a week at the therapist instead of just one, which meant I had to cancel the tennis and accordion lessons and cut back on my sushi class. Life's a bitch, man.