Spellbound
Well-Known Member
This is totally poinless post but I sooooooo need to vent it, is always always me that trouble seems to find
I just popped down to the tack shop, driving along tunes going enjoying the sun
Checked my rear view mirror thought that looks like a riderless Clysdale bolting down the road behind me.
It sure as heel was, into action mode I go
Block as much road as possible, as horse is bearing down on me and it keeps coming. Flap arms in air so it breaks to a trot tries to swerve but god I got hands to reins, carted down the road a bit and finally pull it up.
Standing with strange horse looking aroud thinking what to do. Along comes a little car with a hysterical mother and young girl. It is their horse.
Great can I give it back and get on with my life ohhhhhhhh no.
Mother hysterically screaming they can't lead it will kill them. They had tried to hack him alone with mum chasing daughter in the car (you do this for nappy horses apparently). As they turned for home he got a bit on his toes girl gets off and horse bolts. Mum points out to me that he is young and they only had him three weeks and don't know what to do with him as they are terrified. Could I take him back to yard for them.
Can you call a box and load him home, ohhhhhhhhh no he doesn't load.
Guy arrives from yard will he take horse no as horse floored him and went over the top of him. I got so fed up I led the horse two miles back to yard and turn it out for them. Filed was nearer than stable and all the flaming mum is fretting about is he will get wet without a rug on.
I was so so annoyed forget a thank you. Mind you her words to me and I kid not " he can be so nice to us when ever we have food and the stable door between us and he looks so handsome when he is running along"
I won't say what words actually left my mouth but they were along the lines of sell the horse to someone who can sort it out before people get seriously injured and the horse is ruined. Walk two miles back to car in pouring rain
Screaming for god sake why the bloody hell me again
I just popped down to the tack shop, driving along tunes going enjoying the sun
Checked my rear view mirror thought that looks like a riderless Clysdale bolting down the road behind me.
It sure as heel was, into action mode I go
Block as much road as possible, as horse is bearing down on me and it keeps coming. Flap arms in air so it breaks to a trot tries to swerve but god I got hands to reins, carted down the road a bit and finally pull it up.
Standing with strange horse looking aroud thinking what to do. Along comes a little car with a hysterical mother and young girl. It is their horse.
Great can I give it back and get on with my life ohhhhhhhh no.
Mother hysterically screaming they can't lead it will kill them. They had tried to hack him alone with mum chasing daughter in the car (you do this for nappy horses apparently). As they turned for home he got a bit on his toes girl gets off and horse bolts. Mum points out to me that he is young and they only had him three weeks and don't know what to do with him as they are terrified. Could I take him back to yard for them.
Can you call a box and load him home, ohhhhhhhhh no he doesn't load.
Guy arrives from yard will he take horse no as horse floored him and went over the top of him. I got so fed up I led the horse two miles back to yard and turn it out for them. Filed was nearer than stable and all the flaming mum is fretting about is he will get wet without a rug on.
I was so so annoyed forget a thank you. Mind you her words to me and I kid not " he can be so nice to us when ever we have food and the stable door between us and he looks so handsome when he is running along"
I won't say what words actually left my mouth but they were along the lines of sell the horse to someone who can sort it out before people get seriously injured and the horse is ruined. Walk two miles back to car in pouring rain
Screaming for god sake why the bloody hell me again