When a friend won her puppy class of one entry, I cheered and clapped. I was accused of trying to embarrass. Why no. I’ve been showing saddleseat. We hoot & holler. We make rafter-shaking, screamy noises for barn riders at the slightest provocation. ASB ringside is one of the few places I’ve found where I am not the loudest event in the area. I really need to learn to whistle with two fingers.