it's ok Starbucks... bobbi was well loved. i even fantasized about him teaching my kids to ride -- if i ever have any! he was a great friend and as I said somewhere earlier, he never ever put a hoof wrong. he took the best care of me. he just wasn't meant to be mine forever like i had dreamed.
My friend met the farmer moving Bobbi when she was coming home from riding her horse... she told him that I would be mad that Bobbi was moved (after all, Bobbi was put in the field of good grass because I wasn't going to be around to bucket feed him). So she knew Bobbi had been moved and had...
I've just read all of the posts and I have to say I'm incredibly touched by all your kindness, particularly since I am a stranger and only just posted.
I'm not at all offended by Starbucks comment...for a start, she is only a youngster and as someone has said, has yet to realise all the shades...
I was going to suggest trying some new routes... sorry if your routes are limited... but it sounds like she's begging you to spice things up a little for her. For them, it must be like running on a treadmill is for us!
Thank you all for your very kind comments. I'm so glad I found this forum. Non-horsey people just don't get it, this love for horses.
I suppose it was important to know how long he had been in the ditch because he could have just been trapped overnight... but the fact that he hadn't been seen...
Thanks for all your replies. Esther -- I'm sorry you had to go through a similar trauma but I am glad yours had a good out come. A friend told me that he had a mare that went out on a hunt one morning, got stuck in mud, had to be hoisted out and by the time she got back to the yard that evening...
Jaffa... she keeps her horse in a neighbouring field, so she checked every day on her own horse but not mine. I stopped bucket feeding Bobbi when the snow cleared because he was also on haylage. He was also on 24/7 turnout... I figured he didn't need all that, and was happier just to put him on...
Hello all... I am new to the forum.
Until recently I was the proud owner of a beautiful cob, Bobbi.
To cut a long story short, while I was out of the country for a week with work, Bobbi got mired in a ditch. I had asked a friend to look after Bobbi, but she later told me that she hadn't...