Crabbypink
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I used to love my yard. Now I hate it. I'm not the perfect yard owner - far from it. But I do try to do a good job. I work llong hours, including weekends, to provide good service, a nice yard. I pour money into the infrastructure of the place, and listen to what liveries want. But I'm ready to pack it all in. I've heard story after story of horrible yard owners - cold, callous and opinionated. But being on the other side of the relationship, I now understand some things that I did not when I was a livery on a yard. There is no excuse for being rude; I try never to be rude to others. But people are rude to me all the time. They arrive early on the yard and bang around, waking me up. Everyone's horse is special. Everyone's horse needs more time, more care, better fields than anyone else's. I've taken down field division tape the day after putting it up, because someone decided their horse actually doesn't need to be on restricted grazing. People group into little cliques, and only ride out with certain others. I'm almost never invited. People want me to organise social events, or shows, or parties, then decide the night before that they'd rather do something else. I've incurred expense for planned activities, that I've never charged through to people who cancel. I've had liveries say nothing to me, then invite someone else to hack out - right in front of me. I've had people leave horse poo on my driveway. Parents who think their kids are flawless. You get the picture.
The next time you see your yard owner, think back on your own behaviour, and evaluate whether you might be the unkind one. I don't want to turn into the yard owner that everyone complains about, but I think it's probably inevitable. Either that, or close down my yard.
The next time you see your yard owner, think back on your own behaviour, and evaluate whether you might be the unkind one. I don't want to turn into the yard owner that everyone complains about, but I think it's probably inevitable. Either that, or close down my yard.