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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on May 11, 2013 11:50:34 GMT -5
Okay, I have to just get this off my chest before I explode on my "friend".
During the fall, her parents divorced and she had to bring her horses to our farm. We extended it as a favor in return for her to come and help take care of her two mares, meaning stall care, feeding, and so forth. Everything worked out really well in the beginning, until about a week or two into...
Since, she's decided to lie about coming to help feed, gets pissy if the horses aren't out until 10 (given you, during the time I worked till 10 then had homework after that while in school and she's jobless and not going to college), throws a tantrum if we have an emergency and can't help feed, leaves muck buckets overflowing with shit, never dumps our Ranger (we empty the muck buckets there then dump it in the back), and FURTHERMORE we pay and deliver for feed because "she doesn't have the money".
The list really does go on, but I can't imagine this is making any sense I'm so pissed off. Her mares have absolutely no manners and constantly run me over, and god forbid I discipline them. I have to trudge through a half foot of piss ladden shavings and shit to the feed buckets on the opposing side of the stall EVERY SINGLE MORNING. She's come twice. TWICE. This ENTIRE week. My grandmother is in the hospital/rehab, my father is in recovery for surgery, and I work all the time. There is no one here, so the horses wait until god knows when until one of us (my mother or me) get home to take care of them. And where is she? Partying just in town with her buddies... Um, what the flying fuck, bitch? Really?
Oh, but these horses are her babies. Nothing ever bad can happen to them. They get the best care in the world. And she is the best horse owner and the smartest of them all. Goodness knows, I'm just the snotty side friend who just wants to ride English and jumps (since that's apparently a stigma now) my only horse capable of being ridden at the moment (the others are old and retired due to many years of showing, arthritis, and lameness from past injuries). But she wants me to take the lame, poor, old horses out who are perfectly content being pampered pasture pets onf 5+ hour trail rides since I refuse to take Malone out since, not only is he 30k worth of jumper, but also not entirely mine. If something were to happen, who knows the ramifications. But, no. I'm being a bad friend because I don't want to take my old speed horse to a speed show that's a 3 hour ride away, and sit there all day without buckets so I can meander with some other speed riders and look for hot guys. NO. SORRY.
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I'm just so frustrated. SOOOOO frustrated. She was an amazing friend, once. When we BOARDED our horses at her place before we had our own, and we PAID them money to help take care of our horses, but we were STILL expected to do everything she's now NOT.
I literally could just... smash a pitch fork across her thick headed skull. The BEST part about it is she's too stupid and thick headed (even her parents admit to it) to realize she's even DOING any of this, despite the countless times we remind her.
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Post by Bailey on May 11, 2013 12:08:05 GMT -5
Some people just deserve to punched.
In the face.
With a chair.
I completely get what you're going through. A good friend of mine has her mare at our place. It's perfect-- in fact, the mare was ours. She was a little off the track thoroughbred I bought to play with and K fell in love with her and bought her off us. YAY. Heh. Well, in exchange for helping out around the barn(clean stalls in the morning, organize the tack and feed room, keep the barn aisle swept, etc), just basic things in the morning, since she works evenings and I have school in the mornings. I was at a horse show for a weekend. And the barn was her responsibility. Not feeding, we have a good friend who feeds our animals for us when we're gone. But she just had to keep up with the basic chores.
We get home, and the stalls are a mess. "Well, maybe they made a mess just before you got home?" you may ask. No. Not only was it shit built up from at LEAST three days, our horses are turned out 24/7, and only come in their stalls for breakfast and dinner. She didn't even touch the pitch fork! And not only that, when our new shipment of hay/alfalfa came in, she unloaded the alfalfa on the BOTTOM beneath ALL the hay! Now I have to fucking play TETRIS with the bales every time I got out to feed the horses! And don't even get me started on the tack room-- there was a bale of hay IN the tack room. What. The. Fuck. "There wasn't enough room in the shed!" THEN LEAVE IT IN THE FUCKING BARN. DON'T PUT IT IN THE TACK ROOM WHERE I WILL NOW HAVE TO VACCUM, SWEEP, AND MOP.
And miss brightmind also decided to condition my tack(thank God my show tack was with ME at the show) without cleaning it properly first and left it beneath the fan in the tack troom to 'dry faster'. My saddles and bridles are now plastered with sticky, goopy hay and dust particles. Oh dear.
-hugs soupi- I so get you, it's not even funny.
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on May 11, 2013 22:26:36 GMT -5
Oh lord. No. Tehs, I would have told her that they're her horses, and if she can't take care of them then they won't get cared for at all cause I won't be doing it for her. I've had that same issue with my best friend. Except, it was her horses at her house, since I don't have a horse... just an empty pasture except fro about 6 goats :c. Anyways, she "loved" horses, and so her parents bought her 2 off the track race horses. once was a bay mare named Red Fury and the other a black three year old named Spirit. Not pro racers, but the lower-level ones (not very familiar with racing xD) Anyways, I'd always want to go out there and brush them, feed them, and ride, but she NEVER wanted to. Ever. Her dad took care of them and rode them, and he didn't even know how to put on a saddle t=until he was forced to be the one to care for them. And he loved them, too. He was always out there with them, making sure they were alright.
Then, they found out that Red was pregnant. She had a chestnut filly named Misty. She was cute as she could be, and sweet too, but extremely shy and wouldn't ever go up to anyone but her dad. When she was a yearling, they discovered that Red had really bad colic, and they tried to fix her but she ended up dying. Why? Because her dad had a business trip, her mom had to work, and she never went out and fed them, so they were eating grass that was grown in sandy soil. And then her dad died, and they sold the horses because she was scared of them. I wanted them so bad, but they didn't sell them to me. I cried more than she did. It was horrible. And she claimed to love them. And now, she says she loves horses, but when I ask her to come ride with me she always refuses and says "I- I just don't feel like it" -.-. Pissed the fuck outta me. I'm not a violent person, not at all, but I cussed her out for that entire ordeal. That was animal abuse, and I feel guilty because I didn't report it. I should have done something. Offered to buy them from her before everything went wrong. I really feel like I could have saved them if I'd have made the effort, instead of worrying over losing her as a friend. Trust me everyone, no friendship is more important than the life of a living, breathing animal, especially a horse.
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