Fucking vet
So my horse is apparently not only a piece of shit, but he is falling apart, according to Mike.
Don't get me wrong, Mike is a great trainer, but when he decides he doesn't like your horse, you can forget about it.
So Dante already has this stifle thing and now his neck isn't better yet. It's better than it was, apparently, which is still a better sign than nothing, but I don't know what it is because the vet won't call me! WON'T CALL! And Mike said he'd try to get ahold of the vet and tell him to call me, but of course I can't answer the phone during class and I have class until 7:20 today so I doubt he will be calling me today.
AND I AM VERY UPSET, DAMMIT. (Because all this means that if Dante has yet another chronic problem, I will probably have to sell him. Because I can't deal with two chronic problems in a six year old horse. And I really don't want to sell him.)
Ironically, I am more upset now than I was two weeks ago when Eddie and I broke up.
Don't get me wrong, Mike is a great trainer, but when he decides he doesn't like your horse, you can forget about it.
So Dante already has this stifle thing and now his neck isn't better yet. It's better than it was, apparently, which is still a better sign than nothing, but I don't know what it is because the vet won't call me! WON'T CALL! And Mike said he'd try to get ahold of the vet and tell him to call me, but of course I can't answer the phone during class and I have class until 7:20 today so I doubt he will be calling me today.
AND I AM VERY UPSET, DAMMIT. (Because all this means that if Dante has yet another chronic problem, I will probably have to sell him. Because I can't deal with two chronic problems in a six year old horse. And I really don't want to sell him.)
Ironically, I am more upset now than I was two weeks ago when Eddie and I broke up.