Boodle
Well-Known Member
After an absolutely beautiful hack this morning on Boo I thought nothing could lower my mood....
... how wrong I was.
Got back from our hack about half 10 after a good few hours out. Untacked, groomed and turned her out. Then headed straight over to the "yard" to bring Shadow, one of my golden oldies over to the house for a groom.
Only not a chance... the pig ignorant YO over there, who has just ripped down a gorgeous stable block to build (the worst attempt at traditional looking home) their new house. Got headcollar on Shadow and started walking up the field, he was standing outside his house looking down the field, and without doubt saw me walking up the field with her. So what does he do? Goes over to a pile of wood, picks up an axe and starts chopping. Ok so she gets nervous, starts dancing about abit, but I jsut about manage to hold onto her and keep walking up the field. Then what does he do? Starts up that horrid squealing electric saw thing and starts slicing up the wood. She goes mental, spinning round, and bolts, pulling the leadrope out of my hand.
He hears her thundering off down the field, looks up, stops the saw, stands with hands on hips for a moment until she stops.. then bloomen well starts it up again.
So I go up and say to him she's scared and would I be able to bring her out while it's off. Very politely and don't tell him what to do, just ask nicely. What does he say?
"Too busy. Can't stop just for the horse".
He owns a yard? Albeit only my 2 oldies and his wife's horse, Blue, who may as well be ours too but thats not the point.
So basically, i'm told im not allowed to take my pony out of the field.
Im so sick and tired of these ignorant and awkward people.
All it would take is 2 minutes to bring her up the field and go past the saw. But no. Thats way too difficult.
As if it isn't bad enough that he sets off fireworks at all times of the year, and all times of the day, or night. He's driving me insane but we can't leave for the sake of our ponies, they need the grazing, and we can't leave Blue alone.
Bill and Pally's owner is exactly the bl**dy same. Just because they have the land or they have the big house, fancy car or the notes in the wallet, or the castle.. probably just to compensate for an inadequacy in another department *AHEM*... they think they can strut around and treat everyone else like they don't matter. The people that do graft and do try to help and do just generally try to please or atleast keep the horses healthy.
For all the money in the world I wouldn't want to be like that... Pally hasn't got any bedding because his owner's are too bloomen ignorant to order it in. So we went the 14 miles to the feed store and shoved 2 bags into the back of our little vauxhall corsa, buying the bedding out of our own pocket, simply because having a horse with a ligament problem standing on concrete it absolutely ludicrous.
As you can tell i'm absolutely livid, and it's really everything has built up and I feel so bloody useless.
Know what would calm me down? Pampering my oldies. But can I bloomen well do that?!
*EXPLODES*
... how wrong I was.
Got back from our hack about half 10 after a good few hours out. Untacked, groomed and turned her out. Then headed straight over to the "yard" to bring Shadow, one of my golden oldies over to the house for a groom.
Only not a chance... the pig ignorant YO over there, who has just ripped down a gorgeous stable block to build (the worst attempt at traditional looking home) their new house. Got headcollar on Shadow and started walking up the field, he was standing outside his house looking down the field, and without doubt saw me walking up the field with her. So what does he do? Goes over to a pile of wood, picks up an axe and starts chopping. Ok so she gets nervous, starts dancing about abit, but I jsut about manage to hold onto her and keep walking up the field. Then what does he do? Starts up that horrid squealing electric saw thing and starts slicing up the wood. She goes mental, spinning round, and bolts, pulling the leadrope out of my hand.
He hears her thundering off down the field, looks up, stops the saw, stands with hands on hips for a moment until she stops.. then bloomen well starts it up again.
So I go up and say to him she's scared and would I be able to bring her out while it's off. Very politely and don't tell him what to do, just ask nicely. What does he say?
"Too busy. Can't stop just for the horse".
He owns a yard? Albeit only my 2 oldies and his wife's horse, Blue, who may as well be ours too but thats not the point.
So basically, i'm told im not allowed to take my pony out of the field.
Im so sick and tired of these ignorant and awkward people.
All it would take is 2 minutes to bring her up the field and go past the saw. But no. Thats way too difficult.
As if it isn't bad enough that he sets off fireworks at all times of the year, and all times of the day, or night. He's driving me insane but we can't leave for the sake of our ponies, they need the grazing, and we can't leave Blue alone.
Bill and Pally's owner is exactly the bl**dy same. Just because they have the land or they have the big house, fancy car or the notes in the wallet, or the castle.. probably just to compensate for an inadequacy in another department *AHEM*... they think they can strut around and treat everyone else like they don't matter. The people that do graft and do try to help and do just generally try to please or atleast keep the horses healthy.
For all the money in the world I wouldn't want to be like that... Pally hasn't got any bedding because his owner's are too bloomen ignorant to order it in. So we went the 14 miles to the feed store and shoved 2 bags into the back of our little vauxhall corsa, buying the bedding out of our own pocket, simply because having a horse with a ligament problem standing on concrete it absolutely ludicrous.
As you can tell i'm absolutely livid, and it's really everything has built up and I feel so bloody useless.
Know what would calm me down? Pampering my oldies. But can I bloomen well do that?!
*EXPLODES*