Fucking drama whores... >_<;
17:00, I get a call from this woman at the stables.
Her: Did you turn your horse out today?
Me: Erm... yeah... >.>
Her: Well you should knwo that between 4 and 7 the pasture is reserved for Rano (her horse) and Laro...
Me: (not clueing in since the horses come in at 3:30-ish).... Okay ....
Her: So now your horse is in the pasture with Rano and Laro and getting the shit kicked out of her.
Me: O_O What?!
Her: You turned her out right?
Me: Yeah, at 1!
Her: Oh... Well they're fighting now...
Me: (still stuck on 'oh fuck she's not mine...')
Her: ... I don't know what you want but I turned Rano out and if your horse is going ot need a vet later on then it's not my problem...
Me: ... Erm... well... I'll come over and put her inside then... I guess... Thanks for calling.. (still stuck on 'oh shi-')
So on all hurry I rush out, grab my bike, bike to the barn like fucking mad, expecting the horse to lay there, pretty much dying from what the woman had said.
I finally get to the barn, only to find Morgana scratching Laro's whithers and no Rano to be found anywhere near the two of them.
So a bit abashed I grab a leadrope and go out into the pasture ot check on her.
Not a scratch on her. Nothing at all. I checked fucking three times to make sure. Nothing! Nothing at all! No kicks, bruises, not even a scratch.
Once again I'm reminded why I hate people at the barn so much. They suck. And of course they can't muster up the wit to realise that if two horse just meet they're going to be a bit restless and snarky ot one another until they sort out the hierarchy.
And they can't think for themselves ot bring in the horse that's 'getting the shit kicked out of it'
And of course, it's too much to ask from the barnhand to just... go get the two last horses that are clueless about being brought in at night! *fume*
So, after nearly suffering from a heartattack over the exagurated demise of my first horse in training... I think I lost 5 years of my life in just 20 minutes.
Her: Did you turn your horse out today?
Me: Erm... yeah... >.>
Her: Well you should knwo that between 4 and 7 the pasture is reserved for Rano (her horse) and Laro...
Me: (not clueing in since the horses come in at 3:30-ish).... Okay ....
Her: So now your horse is in the pasture with Rano and Laro and getting the shit kicked out of her.
Me: O_O What?!
Her: You turned her out right?
Me: Yeah, at 1!
Her: Oh... Well they're fighting now...
Me: (still stuck on 'oh fuck she's not mine...')
Her: ... I don't know what you want but I turned Rano out and if your horse is going ot need a vet later on then it's not my problem...
Me: ... Erm... well... I'll come over and put her inside then... I guess... Thanks for calling.. (still stuck on 'oh shi-')
So on all hurry I rush out, grab my bike, bike to the barn like fucking mad, expecting the horse to lay there, pretty much dying from what the woman had said.
I finally get to the barn, only to find Morgana scratching Laro's whithers and no Rano to be found anywhere near the two of them.
So a bit abashed I grab a leadrope and go out into the pasture ot check on her.
Not a scratch on her. Nothing at all. I checked fucking three times to make sure. Nothing! Nothing at all! No kicks, bruises, not even a scratch.
Once again I'm reminded why I hate people at the barn so much. They suck. And of course they can't muster up the wit to realise that if two horse just meet they're going to be a bit restless and snarky ot one another until they sort out the hierarchy.
And they can't think for themselves ot bring in the horse that's 'getting the shit kicked out of it'
And of course, it's too much to ask from the barnhand to just... go get the two last horses that are clueless about being brought in at night! *fume*
So, after nearly suffering from a heartattack over the exagurated demise of my first horse in training... I think I lost 5 years of my life in just 20 minutes.