May?

So apparently I haven't posted since May. It makes sense because it felt like forever. A lot happened and yet not much has happened. Digby remained/remains various degrees of lame. We've tried different shoeing, giving him some NSAIDs for a few days, all with varying degrees of success or failure. In early August, I received word that the barn Digby is at was closing. Digby is hard to keep happy within my budget in this area. Cue panic.

I searched around for new homes, both boarding boards and getting him free leased out to a long term home, didn't find a whole lot. As luck would have it, I've been on a waiting list for a retirement home down south for him for a bit. I contacted them and they would have a spot opening up in September. It happened super quickly for me but Digby was prepped and ready to go in October. He has been settling in nicely at his new home. Sending that board check every month is going to be *thrilling* considering I can't go see him often due to my work schedule but I know that he's happy and will be taken care of. The photo I've included in this blog is the night before he left. His new home does have a blog, so check it out! I'm wildly sad that he isn't around for me to see anymore, but I know in my heart it was the right choice for both of us. I won't have to worry about a new owner taking good care of him or that he could end up in a bad place. He is still lame down there (no surprise) but hopefully he will enjoy the warmer weather and keep weight on better in the "cold" months.

In other horse related news, I still work with horses so I wasn't dying without seeing Digby regularly but I did miss riding. I was in the midst of making plans to visit a friends trainer to take a lesson when I can afford since it's been since… oh… 2011 possibly, possibly getting some free catch rides from a local trainer (on some ponies, to boost my confidence!), and I promptly broke my arm at work. Last Friday, according to the hospital write up I was "assaulted by a horse and her pony." HAHA! Ok, so basically I was feeding the broodmares and foals just like we always do and one spooked (or something…? It is unclear.) and legitimately ran me over. I didn't see it coming and rolled a few times in the dirt. There was a large pile of dirt in the hospital when I took off my clothes so they could examine my brush burns/bruises. Either way, my humoral head is broken and I am out of commission for up to 8 weeks. I'm not sure if I'll keep updating the blog now that Digby isn't around but I'm still active on Instagram (my name is rutabecka!) so check me out there.

2 year difference

Facebook has this charming/annoying "on this day" feature that I've come to love/hate. However, yesterday it reminded me of a time 2 years ago when my friend and coworker rode Digby. I saw him and thought, "huh. Well he looks oookk weight wise, but his neck is thin and funky. What kind of muscling is that??" So, Digby's been off (I don't think I wrote about that?) but last Friday the farrier was out and we tried a bit of a different shoeing situation. He is doing better but still not 100%. I'm hoping for an abscess. Because of this I decided to just hop on bareback and have some fun. We ended up having a nice ride! I do love the hony. :)

The bottom photo is from Monday. Yeah. I'd say he looks different.

What we've been up to

I haven't been posting too much as of late. Honestly, not a whole lot to say on the Digby front. We moved barns since my last update. I moved in the middle of February. Digby is doing SO MUCH better and I (so far!) love the barn and barn manager. She's been great about his care and my horse no longer looks 30 years old who's ribby with a poor coat and topline. The conformation photo below is from last week I believe. Not bad for Digby coming out of winter with no riding! I post often/daily in Instagram so that's probably best if you're looking for more regular updates. I can't promise that 75% of the feed isn't sunrises and baby photos though. Digby's real cute but even he's not newborn foal cute! :)

Best confo shot we got that day... Ignore the dirt. He rolled the second we got into the ring to take photos.

The hony and I have been hanging out mostly. I've been riding once a week. Generally, it goes well. Occasionally I get grumpy and angry that we can't really play. I'm trying very, very hard to just stay focused on NOT having an end goal riding wise.

Wild mane makes Digby look like he has a bigger neck. I'll take it!

In other news, I rode my childhood friends wonderful, most perfect QH ever on a 2ish (possibly closer to 2 and a half hours, we didn't exactly know when we left) hour trail ride at a local park over the weekend. We rode together as kids so I've known her for a long time. I actually had ridden her gelding before she owned him when we were in high school but it had been years. It's also the longest I've ridden in one stretch in possibly forever. I'm not really the long trail ride type typically.

Nerd alert.

LITERALLY THE MOST PERFECT HORSE EVER. #saintsimon

I'd like to note that her mare is shorter than her gelding and she is still taller than me...

Although my choice of green breeches did little for his chestnut coat or the navy pad, I had a ton of fun! I started off quite nervous (um, Digby would kill me... For sure....) since we were going through covered bridges, up and down some serious to me inclines, and otherwise ON A TRAIL. In case you didn't know, I am a bit of a weeny on trails. Possibly because I rarely go on them and I even more rarely have such an unflappable beast to ride. By the end, I was more confident and I must of assured my friend about 400 times that her horse was worth every dollar she's ever put into him. We handled some bridges, rode past a dam, went through a creek, over some logs including a few that were "you should probably jump this but may be able to walk over it" height, tons of people/kids/dogs (including a yellow lab who was dying to run with us and ended up running with his owner behind us for a bit. I was panicking inside and thought FOR SURE WE WERE GOING TO DIE. Friend and two horses were 100% the eye rolling emoji at me. Spoiler alert: we were fine.) most of whom wanted to pet the horses and take photos.

All and all, it was super fun and I think wonderful experience for me to have a ride on something who didn't blink at anything. Hopefully we can do it again in the future! I expected to be super sore the next day but it wasn't bad. Whoo!

Roll in ze snow



40 degrees today but Digby says "bleh!" to the snow.

Digby's temperature was fine, in case anyone was worried. I chalked his lack of finishing breakfast up to the fact that he had been in and I was there. Digby has been absolutely foot perfect as of late. I'm suspicious that someone is drugging him before I get there, hahaha. Absolutely ZERO sass, attitude or snarkiness. I haven't ridden because emotionally, do I really want to go there again?  I'm itching to get on and ride him but, also, snow. Lots of it. Regardless, he's been great on the ground! Yay. The farrier is coming this morning so we'll get some snow appropriate shoes put on the hony. He's currently rocking his usual aluminum wedge bar shoes, sans borium or pads, so they aren't exactly snow friendly. You can tell in the photos of him rolling that snow tends to ball up pretty quickly in there.

Not a whole lot on the Digby front these days... I'll post something other than boring eventually. :)


Roll, roll, roll in ze snow.

Turnout!

I know, soooo many posts in one week for me! Haha. Night shift does that to a person! I'm almost (so close) caught up on my blog reading so hopefully in the near future, I'll get back to commenting on yours! Either way, I went to the barn Monday morning with the full intent of TURN OUT. The horses had been in since Friday afternoon and it was high time that Digby (and the rest of the barn) went out. I got to the barn around 9 AM and the barn owner was not there yet. I wasn't sure what the newest horse eats so I didn't feed. Instead I threw Digby some hay and got to digging his door open. I had to climb over his door yesterday to give him water so I figured might as well dig him out ASAP. 

 

Trapped inside his very dirty stall that we couldn't get a wheelbarrow to due to 3' foot drifts.

After Digby was dug out, the barn owner showed up to feed. Digby picked at his breakfast... and then left half of it. Panic. I asked if he has been doing that and she said no but that he does tend to eat slowly. He pooped while I was there so I knew he wasn't colicking. Perhaps his ulcers are back? Perhaps he was just miffed about being in for 2 days? Ahhh, Digby! Some guys came in a Bobcat to dig out the house on the property and luckily we coaxed them into helping us clear out an area so we could get Digby and his turnout buddies to the barn. Once they're in the barn, it's a fairly straight shot (and less to shovel) to the close turnout paddocks. No one goes out in them unless it's bad weather basically. After an hour and a half of tractor usage, two trucks with plows and hand shoveling, we were ready to get Digby out. I wanted to turn him out first because they were afraid he was going to be bad and wanted me to take him. Honestly, since he had been in for 2 days straight, I totally understood their concern. Like I've said, Digby can be a real jerk when he wants to be and after days of inside his stall only, that's prime "I'm gonna be a jerk" time.

Digby was a perfect gentleman walking out. He didn't put one foot wrong. Color me shocked! Once outside, both him and his buddy had a good roll then trotted around a bit. Digby had a couple of good leaps and then they settled down, had a big drink, and settled in to eat the hay we had put out of them. Strange... and yet, good. I hung out for a bit, just enjoying the view and then headed off. I'll help put him out tomorrow (errr, today) in a small paddock and then hopefully by Wednesday they'll have all the paddocks up and running so he can go out all day again.

Of course, in writing this, I am worried that there's something wrong with my horse since he was not super enthused about eating and then was so good going out.... I will be sure to check his temperature tomorrow! :)



Follow the leader

That face.

Blizzard Jonas, aka "ok winter this has been fun, bye now"

The northeast had a particularly fun weekend, being bombed with around 2 feet of snow. I haven't even heard an actual number yet for my area because the drifts were a bit, uh, excessive so I think it's hard to decide on what the amount was. Some of the drifts were above my head.

 

Wild black dog on Sunday!

The dog didn't seem to mind but it made me working a bit difficult. It turns out trying to get to work at 11 pm during a blizzard can be challenging, even if you work a mile from where you live. Regardless, it was fine. I didn't get to see Digby on Saturday because I was helping at my job to shovel and re-shovel key areas. I got some texts from the barn owner and one of my fellow boarders who had made it. The horses were tucked in happily and had plenty of hay and water which was awesome. Unfortunately, in the solid "con" category, the barn owner has moved off the property as I mentioned before. They didn't get to the horses on Saturday evening, which while I'm a little nervous about, the roads were very, very bad. I can hardly blame them?

The farm's two tease mares. Also on Sunday.

I was set on seeing Digby on Sunday since I knew there was no way they made it out Saturday night. I waited around until about 11:30. I figured this would be enough time to plow the barn out, the barn owners would be there, I could hang out with Digby for a bit, maybe help get some of the horses outside. The snow had stopped by late Saturday evening and while still a bit windy, it was mostly over. I had seen several plows going so I suspected that the roads would be fine. The roads weren't too bad and I made it to the barn fine. Yay only being 2 miles away! However when I arrived at the barn, it was not plowed. At all. There was about 3' of snow in the driveway... There were also no footsteps to be seen, as in perhaps the barn owners hadn't been there? Needless to say, my paranoid brain kicked into high gear and I panicked. Had my horse been left alone from Saturday morning around 10 AM until right now at 11:30 AM on Sunday??? There was also no where to park, since the barn wasn't plowed out. I was determined to check on the horses since I was worried no one had checked on them. I parked my car, probably illegally, on a nearby side street, left my hazard lights on, and hopped my way to the barn. 

View from inside Digby's stall.

Yeah. Walking/trudging/hopping through snow that is well past your knees is quite a work out. I couldn't stop laughing either because the dog was rather miffed about the whole situation and was busy hopping along herself, occasionally almost disappearing in the snow. Luckily, the barn owner was there! Yay. She had come in another way, thus the lack of footprints. She had just gotten there a little bit ago herself because she had been plowed in at her house and was equally pissed that the barn had not been plowed as their usual guy promised it would be done 2 hours ago. The adventure continued as we realized Digby's door was frozen shut and completely blocked by snow. I had to climb over his door to give him hay and water. It was eventful. His two turnout buddies stalls didn't have nearly as much snow/ice so they were ok. I set him up for the rest of the afternoon and she promised to take care of him in the evening. Hopefully by then it will be shoveled/plowed a bit and she can get the hose out. The horses didn't go out, because absolutely nothing was plowed and she hadn't shoveled anything except for right in front of the shed row horses stalls. The horses in the barn were fine, obviously. 

"This is dumb" - little black dog.

All in all, an actually fun snow filled day. Plus, thankfully my car did not get towed while I was tending to my wild hony. :)

What's a girl to do? (Part 2)

(Before you read this post: if you haven't read the first installment, if not read it here.)

The Reader's Digest version of the previous post is this. I work at a breeding farm. The horses here are not pets, they are here as part of a business to make money. If they cannot make us money or benefit us in some other way, we get rid of them by selling them or donating them. We are not mean people, we care about the horses we raise, but that is the truth of the matter. It is a business at the end of the day. Do I necessarily agree with my boss and the farm owner on this matter? No, but I'm not the boss. This is reality for us, as a business, specifically in the racing industry. I left off by explaining that most of the property is for sale. We've downsized over several years from over 200 horses to 39. The farm owner is getting older and wants to retire from the business in the near future. So I was discussing the matter of the "unwanted" horse, specifically regarding a yearling filly we have in the barn right now.

We have this filly who we've spent thousands of dollars on trying to make racehorse sound. She isn't. Looking at her x-rays, she will likely never be sound enough to race. She just started getting turnout again, after being inside the barn for her entire life to date, so perhaps she won't even stay pasture sound. Foals that grow up inside a stall tend to be different out of necessity. She will likely be very small (running around with friends help foals grow into bigger, stronger horses) with limited social skills (she's never met another horse other than her mother) and potentially, although not definitely, some serious sass from being so used to being poked and prodded by humans. Time will tell. I've got my fingers crossed for the little girl. The truth is that we have relatives of hers though. We still own, and breed, her mother. We have her full sister in training as a two year old. We have her half brother in training as a three year old. We have had other foals from this mare previously. We had/have foals out of her mothers sisters. She is well bred, no doubt, but it is not a bloodline that we lack.

Not the filly in question, just a darn cute one we raised!

So let's move on from that filly for a little bit. As you know, I own Digby. I have for 6 years in February. I knew him for a few years before I bought him and he was sound up until about 6 months after I bought him. We've had on and off lameness issues for years (with all kinds of saddle fitting, chiro/massage work, saddler fitters, different opinions from several farriers, and vet bills) but it's been mostly resolved with the lack of jumping. Corrective shoeing, supplements and Adequan help. He CAN be one of the coolest horses I have ever flatted and has a ton of buttons. I CAN finish a ride and think "I can't wait to ride tomorrow." He CAN go w/t/c on the buckle. He CAN be basically bombproof. Does he 100% of the time? Nope. When he is bad, he is BAD. He is not a horse who is subtle about his feelings. This is great because I know if he's uncomfortable or unhappy. This is not so great when you realize that you're spending a ton of money on corrective shoeing, supplements, Adequan, board at a very specific type of barn because god forbid it doesn't meet Digby's requirements, other vet bills (hi Lyme disease and multiple occurrences of ulcers, what up!) on a horse who only wants to play riding pony part of the time. This is my life and has been for 6 years.

After much, much thought and looking at my personal, non-horse life, I decided, "ok, this isn't fair to me, financially or emotionally." He just turned 17, he's absolutely stellar in a barn and with other horses. Let's try to find him a new home. I'm sure someone out in the world wants an adorable, well behaved companion who can go barefoot, isn't ancient, requires no maintenance, and is an easy(ish) keeper. Turns out, not so much. I will keep looking and have faith that the right person and situation will turn up eventually.

My point is, I've wondered over the years how not a single owner managed to know about his congenital bipartite navicular? Technically, if it had broke when he was a foal for example, it should of healed differently than what it looks on an x-ray. But what if, just for kicks, someone knew there was something wrong with his hoof as a foal? Maybe he came up lame as a foal or he broke it and was lame instead of being born with it. Let's say, they kept him in the barn for most of his young life for it to heal or to give him the best shot as an adult horse at a performance career. He had a good life so far. I'm his longest owner, but he's been taken care of. But I now have a small horse who hates being in a stall with a passion, has lameness issues from time to time, and is basically unwanted. I love him, I really do. If you've met me in real life or read the blog long enough, hopefully this is clear to you. But, I mean, in all reality, he just spends my money and I've gotten little use out of him. It's not like I rode him for years as a child and he's my heart horse. He's just a little horse who I'm attached to. I probably got 1 full year of riding out of him with minimal attitude or lameness issues. Not a whole lot out of 6.

The infamous Digby himself.

If you go on Facebook, COTH Forums, or other social media, you'll see people who preach that if your horse is not useable or rideable, you need to keep them forever or put them down because no one else will want them. (Spoiler alert: if you're trying to get rid of your own horse, don't read those because you'll feel like a total ass.) I see their point. I have accepted that I may very well own Digby until he dies. If I cannot find him a good home, he will stay with me. If I cannot afford him and still can't find a home, I will put him down. I've heard too many horror stories about horses going to "good homes" who end up selling the horse who ends up in a slaughter house or some other tragedy. No horse deserves that. I do think you need to be careful in the horse world. I would HATE to do that to Digby. I can't imagine putting him down because I couldn't afford him but I am realistic. I am young, not married, in a career that will likely not be my life time career. Things change financially. I can't say never, as much as I would love to. That said, I got unlikely I suppose by having a horse who has lameness and behavioral issues. Is it fair to me to have to keep him because I essentially got unlucky? It wouldn't have made sense to take x-rays of his hoof in a PPE. His previous owners didn't know. Luck of the draw essentially that now, according to the internet, I should pay board, farrier bills, vet bills for without looking for a new home until he dies. He's 17. It could (and hopefully will!) be a while. As for putting him down, that's wildly hard to even think about because it is NOT. His. Fault. He is healthy otherwise. He isn't a bad horse, just a little unlucky and quirky.

My point is, had his breeder known about his hoof issue, like we know about that little filly's, would I want them to have done what we're doing? I'm not sure. He's had a good life and will continue to have a good life, but there are horses out there in the world who are nicer, sounder, more athletic, better bred, etc. Emotions aside, as a realist, from the outside looking in, was it the right thing to do? As a responsible breeder, should we keep semi lame horses alive knowing that we will not be there to keep them safe, fed and taken care of until they die? I don't think so. But Becky, this means potentially your own horse would of been put down?! Yes. It does. Remember I said I had an interesting stand on this topic, right?

My coworkers often say "well, at least she's alive" in response to her being stuck in a stall. I cringe every time. What happens if she's 10 years old, dead lame (because trust me, her x-rays are worse than Digby's), hasn't produced any good foals as a broodmare, and doesn't have an owner who loves her? What of her fate then? She's not alone either. This isn't racehorse exclusive. We can't guarantee someone will make sure a horse goes to a good home.

So, readers, I ask of you: does buying a horse mean you promise to take care of a horse forever? Do breeder's have a responsibility to "take back" horses they've bred? Any personal stories of your own to share?

What's a girl to do? (Part 1)

(I ended up splitting the post because I'm a bit wordy and as usual, my words are scattered and jumbled so bear with me.) I think I have a unique position as a horse person. Why? I work at a breeding farm and I own an "unwanted" horse. Ok, dafuq? Don't shit talk Digby! I know. Settle down and let me explain.

I've worked in the horse industry for a long time. I started working off lessons almost as soon as I started taking them. I remember being a young kidlette, dropped off at a barn for a days work of whatever my trainer wanted to throw at me that day. I mostly did it for the extra riding. I forever am grateful and I wrote a post about my time spent in the barn as a child here. I ended up going to college for an equine degree. I worked as a barn manager for a woman who was legitimately undiagnosed bipolar. It was eventful. I ended up at a breeding farm that I had worked a few sales for when I was in college. I left for a couple of years to try the whole "office job" thing out. I came back.



One of the foals from last year

Regardless of where my life has lead me, I now have an interesting position of being a long time worker at a breeding farm. I do a little bit of everything here, from staining wood, to fixing steps with cement, to seal coating and asphalt patching, to weed whacking, to unloading hay and, oh yeah, actual work with horses. I find this interesting because of how I stand on several issues. Specifically, the issue of the "unwanted" horse. The farm I work at used to have over 200 horses when I started. We stood 3 stallions, all of whom produced several winners. One stallion still has an average earnings out of all his foals combined of over $100,000. Not bad. One of the others who we no longer have had produced several big, big winners, some of whom went on to be stood at stud themselves, and is still consistently sought out as a breeding stallion. Not too shabby either. We had quality broodmares, several making over a million dollars at the track. Several producers of foals who made over six figures or over a million at the track. This is not a shabby operation we have here. The man who owns it is getting older (he's in his late 80s) and is slowly getting out of the business. We've downsized over the years and this year, I believe, the horse count is at 39. Total. Including our tease stud, our now 2 stallions, our 2 tease mares, then the youngsters and the broodmares. Of course, it's foaling season so that number will go up some over the past few months. At least until we sell the yearlings in November. We sold one of the properties, we no longer lease the fields we used to, two of the other properties are for sale. Such is life. The employees often talk about what they'll do when it closes. No one is 100% sure and we're mostly just riding it out until the end. Many people have been let go already so it's just the 7 of us left. It sounds like a lot for 39(ish) horses but we still have about 300 acres so it's actually pretty busy during breeding season and during the summer. Not so much during the winter months but we do a lot of cleaning and do our best to stay busy until foaling starts.

I've seen many foals born. I've raised youngsters and prepped them for sales. I've followed them as racehorses, or desperately tried to find out information on them when I don't see them racing. Are they doing ok? Where are they? Who owns them? Most of the time, to be totally honest, once they leave that sale as a yearling or as a racehorse, I don't know what happens to them. I stalk some rescues of off the track horses and always see if it's anything we've bred. Not because the owner of the farm would ever help but because I'd like to help if I could. If nothing else, I could give background info on the horse that could possibly get them placed into a home. I've never found any of ours in a rescue, although I've seen a few from our stallions that we didn't breed. I do occasionally contact trainers who I know have horses I raised. Sometimes they email me back, sometimes they don't. I check sales to see if any yearlings, racehorses or mares we've sold are in the sale. Regardless, I do care about the horses we breed. I want them to be good racehorses and have good homes when they're done. Does it always work that way? No. I'm not naive. That doesn't mean I don't wish it would.

One of our yearlings, from several years ago.

The point of this is, there are a lot of horses in the world. There are horses with near perfect conformation who still flunk as a racehorse. There are horses with not so perfect conformation who excel as a racehorse. There are horses with not so perfect conformation who do not excel as a racehorse. What happens when they're done racing? They could stand as a stallion or be a broodmare. What happens to the geldings? What happens to the ones who aren't good enough to stand stud or be a broodmare? Hell, what happens when a broodmare is older and can't get pregnant any more? Or when she produces several foals and the foals flunk as racehorses? Horses get shuffled around. Big time farms sell those less than stellar broodmares. Maybe they go to farms who aren't looking to produce as high a quality racehorse and are happy with average? Maybe they go somewhere else. Hard to guess.

We have a yearling in the barn currently. She is never going to be a racehorse. We have her full sister in training as a two year old this year. The yearling has a hoof injury that kept her in her stall every day of her life (minus one!) up until yesterday. She got turned out yesterday for a few minutes, with the help of some sedatives, for the first time since she was a very small foal by her mothers side. She is not 100% sound. She never has been. Will she be broodmare sound? Yeah, probably. Will she race? Hell no. We, as a farm, spent thousand of dollars trying to make her serviceable as a performance horse. It is not going to happen. We know that by this point, given her x-rays and her being basically unsound for the whole 8 months of her life so far. I hate to see any horses put down, I really do. My inner animal lover just hates it. I've seen it, as unfortunately with 200 some horses, it's bound to happen. Colic happens. Foals with get kicked and break a limb. It happens, though thankfully not often. While I'm glad she's alive, I have given much thought to the fact that we, as a business, will likely not be around in a few years at the most. This yearling has siblings. Many siblings, actually, though most of them aren't full siblings. We still have her mother. We had her mothers mother up until a few years ago when we had to put her down due to thyroid cancer. (I know, what horse gets thyroid cancer? Weird, right?) We have had several of her mothers half or full siblings over the years, who have also produced foals for us. Her mother will hopefully produce another lovely foal this year. She is well bred, with half/full brothers and sisters and other close relatives who have done well on the track, and aside from her hoof issue, she is a nice looking filly. Does she have potential as a broodmare? Yeah, probably. So, assuming the turnout goes well and she maintains her level of soundness, is it the RIGHT thing to do? To keep this filly who will likely NEVER be sound, aside from pasture sound, alive, when we know fully that as an operation we will not be able to keep her for close to her entire life? It's a complex issue.

Another yearling, from several years ago.

The post in which I think I need to move my horse.

This title leaves nothing to the imagination, does it?

I've been meaning to write some posts but have so far failed at doing so. To be honest, nottt a whole ton of Digby stuff going on. I'm about to start working night shift again so that's usually the time of year my blog reading and posting ramps up. 

Back to the point of this post. My barn owner/manager has moved off the property a few months ago. She still runs the barn but someone else is living on the property. This doesn't upset me too much, as she promised she would be around and still checking on them. I enjoyed the care in the summer when I was helping turnout and she still lived there. It has decreased ten fold since then. Ok Becky, settle down. Not everyone is perfect and his basic needs are still being met. He has a clean stall, has water, has some hay, and gets turned out. That being said, in case you haven't ever read my blog, my horse is not subtle when he is unhappy. This is fine because I expect this from him and I'm not subtle. It is not fine in the fact that he's being an absolute *insert allllll the profanity here*. Probably because he's miserable.

I had written a post about an month ago and then deleted it because it was whiny as all hell. The basis was I went to the barn, they were bringing in. I helped bring in Digby and his turnout buddy, Ghost. Ghost has a fun trick where he slams his head to the ground to eat grass. It's pretty annoying and one of my horse pet peeves. Ghost, in true form, tried to do this. He almost succeeded. In my semi battle with Ghost, Digby had started grazing. I thought nothing of this other than, again, my pet peeve but he is well trained, and asked them to keep walking. Digby decided he didn't want to and planted his feet. I clucked and pulled on the lead rope and he pulled back. He then backed up when I didn't give in on asking him to move forward. We proceeded to back the entire length of their field until he realized it was probably easier to just do what I asked. They both walked in perfectly after that. The barn owner told me afterwards that she was glad Digby did that with me. I asked her what she meant and she told me that he does that all the time now. I apologized as I didn't know he had been being bad with her and told her to bring a crop. The next time he refuses to go forward, tap him and he'll go. My horse is quite clever and will take advantage of people if he thinks he can get something good out of the deal. She laughed at me and said she wouldn't do that because then he'd get away from her…

I'm not sure if I wrote about that incident but she had left the horses in (rightfully so) one day due to unusually cold temps and it was pouring all day. I had told her husband who helps with the horses that Digby can be bad when going out if he's been in for a while so be careful tomorrow. I stressed this heavily and made sure that he knew I was leaving Digby's rope halter out or they could use a chain if they wanted. Digby tends to hate chains and fight them harder. I like his rope halter because it adds extra brakes without making him fight you but honestly, whatever they were more comfortable with and thought they'd be safe with. They are both older, in their late 60s, and we didn't need Digby injuring either of them. They turnout around 9 AM and I'm at work, otherwise I'd help put him out. He said thanks for the heads up. Apparently the message didn't get passed along or they poo-pooed my story thinking it was an exaggeration. Digby got loose and was running around the property for about 10 minutes before they caught him. He didn't get hurt and they didn't get hurt which was good. Since then, she's been a bit afraid of him. They now use a chain daily over his nose for turnout. In case you met my horse, this reaaaally isn't necessary for daily turnout. Whatever.

Basically my horse lacks all manners. I have to install them into him almost every time I see him. Super.  So they're afraid of him, he's smart and knows he can get away with almost anything. Among other things, they will no longer change his blanket. I work nights so I sleep in the afternoon. I will not be able to do blanket changes at 4 PM when they come in. I will not be able to check on him around 8 PM to make sure he has tons of hay to last until 8-9 AM when she comes in to feed. We're in the middle of an EHV-1 crisis (read Alli's post on it here) and they allowed a new boarder to come onto the property, with zero quarantine, put him within 20 feet of my horse and then lied to me about where the horse is being turned out. I drove past the barn yesterday (I was working but luckily got to drive right past the barn!) and this new horse was OUT WITH MY HORSE. I almost crashed the farm truck. I had specifically asked where it was going out and they said alone for the first few weeks. I didn't bother to check because I believed them. Well, ok then. I guess I shouldn't have?

As one horse professional to another, it is not acceptable to say you'll do blanket changes, it's included in board, I ask for a blanket to be taken off (it was below 20 at night and 45 and sunny during the day) and then when I come to the barn, my horse is turned out wearing his blanket. More than once. It is not acceptable to turn a new horse out with my horse, after I specifically mentioned the EHV news and that 4 horses have died. It is not acceptable to regularly feed at 5 PM, leave the barn by 5:15 PM and not return until 8-9 AM. It is not acceptable to not open a stall door all the way and have another boarders horse slice open her entire side and then pretend it isn't a big deal and get sassy at me, a client who is paying you, when I asked how it happened and why you used all my betadine to clean it. It is not acceptable to not respond to my texts 95% of the time. It is not acceptable to shit talk (no other way to word that) other boarders if they leave. It's not reasonable for me to pay for full board and then still have to go make sure he has enough hay to get through the night, make sure he has enough water because a few times he didn't, give him his electrolytes in the extreme weather changes because you can't remember to, and do all blanket changes myself. All this after a board increase? Nah, I'm good.

Moral of the story, I have had zero luck finding Digby a new home and I very much did not want to move him. I believe I'm going to have to anyway. Damnit. So, wish me luck?