Cob Jockey

It's been a heavy couple of days around here, how about we end the week with something funny?

MW is the furthest thing from someone who wears her heart on her sleeve.  She's all business, all the time.  But even though she'd never admit it, she seems to have a soft spot for the only UK-native breed equine in our clinics.


She'd snuggle his head every now and then, and talk to him about Wales.  Brits seem to have an animosity-in-jest relationship with the Welsh, and the way she talked about him and to him was hysterical.  Enjoy a few MW Welsh jokes!

MW: "A good Welsh Cob spends Monday through Friday herding sheep on mountains, building stone walls, all that kind of thing.  Saturday, takes the farmer and his family to market.  Sunday, takes everybody in the cart to church, brings them back home.  And then the farmer goes off to the pub, and the pony waits outside, and then somebody loads the farmer drunk into the cart and then the pony brings him home.  And that's a good Welsh Cob."  (I want to get that embroidered on something 😂)

MW, to the clinic attendees who had just asked what breed Connor is: "Welsh Cobs are trotters.  They trot off with you most of the time." [clinic attendees laugh]

MW: "The Welsh people are missing out, they really need to start marketing the 'Welsh Warmblood'"

MW to Connor: "[Cincinnati] isn't really your scene is it?  You need a few more mountains."
Me: "And a few drunk Welshmen?"
MW, laughing: "And a few drunk Welshmen, yes."