I just need to get this off my chest, so, sorry!
I've been saving up (for ages) to buy one of my horses a lovely snuggly all-singing all-dancing FAL turnout rug. Off I went to my saddler, feeling quite gleeful that I could finally go and buy her rug.
Into the shop I went, to be greeted by an assistant I've known for ages, and a new girl. I passed the time of day, and then went to look through the rugs to see if they had the size I wanted.
Over came New Girl. "Do you need any help?" she asked. "Oh, have you got the Goliath with the detatchable neck in a 6'3"?" I replied. She enquired what build of horse mine was, to be sure of the fit, so I replied that she was about 16.1hh, but quite light-framed, as she was getting older and therefore carrying less bulk. New Girl asked "How old is she?" When I replied that she was 29, her mouth fell open, and she asked why I wanted to spend that much money on a horse that was that old, and didn't I want to consider something cheaper.
I took one long look at her and left the shop, as what was going through my mind could not be said out loud in polite company, and ought not to be typed here either.
I am just so angry that someone could think my horse wasn't worth spending the money on. This particular horse means more than anything to me, and, yes, she is old, and isn't going to live forever, but I don't see why that should affect my judgement if I want to spend my money on her. Right now, she is fit, still being exercised four to five times a week, and will race her five-year old son up the gallops at the drop of a hat!
Grrrrrr!
I've been saving up (for ages) to buy one of my horses a lovely snuggly all-singing all-dancing FAL turnout rug. Off I went to my saddler, feeling quite gleeful that I could finally go and buy her rug.
Into the shop I went, to be greeted by an assistant I've known for ages, and a new girl. I passed the time of day, and then went to look through the rugs to see if they had the size I wanted.
Over came New Girl. "Do you need any help?" she asked. "Oh, have you got the Goliath with the detatchable neck in a 6'3"?" I replied. She enquired what build of horse mine was, to be sure of the fit, so I replied that she was about 16.1hh, but quite light-framed, as she was getting older and therefore carrying less bulk. New Girl asked "How old is she?" When I replied that she was 29, her mouth fell open, and she asked why I wanted to spend that much money on a horse that was that old, and didn't I want to consider something cheaper.
I took one long look at her and left the shop, as what was going through my mind could not be said out loud in polite company, and ought not to be typed here either.
I am just so angry that someone could think my horse wasn't worth spending the money on. This particular horse means more than anything to me, and, yes, she is old, and isn't going to live forever, but I don't see why that should affect my judgement if I want to spend my money on her. Right now, she is fit, still being exercised four to five times a week, and will race her five-year old son up the gallops at the drop of a hat!
Grrrrrr!