Never again, nope, never get attached to some one else’s horse. Twice now I’ve been hurt, own fault really, shouldn’t get so attached.
Went up yard as usual on Sat only to be told YO and 4 of 6 horseys are retiring to South of France. Really sad, there is one horse there that I ride regularly, rode about 8 years when she was a baby, before she went racing, who I’m absolutely in love with, no other words for it, we have been getting on brilliantly since I started back at the yard in Feb. I’m doing a X country with her on Sunday. I feel we’re pretty good together, hard to put into words but I’m sure a lot of you’ll know what I mean. It’s not just horsey, it’s YO too. I’ve been to an awful lot of yards in my area and this YO is the only one I have any real respect for, some-one I would trust fully if I had horsey of my own. And then there’s the social thing, go up at weekend, chat, muck out, ride, chat etc. It’s a really nice mature and fun yard. And now, well October, she’s off to France, damn and poo and damn, sorry for language but it’s just SOOOOOOO poo.
Other horsey was one I had on loan for 3 years. Things went a little sour with owner so one day I rode back into yard after hack (last one it turns out) to find owner waiting for me to take back tack and tell me arrangement was over, wasn’t even allowed to groom horsey down after ride.
There is a lot more to each story but I am trying to summarise. But basically, that’s it, I am never going to get attached to some-one else’s horse, don’t think I’ll ever be rich (or brave) enough to have my own, so my life is over. I know, over reaction, just a tad, but that’s kinda how it feels.
Sorry for Monday morning misery, OH tries his best, but not convinced he fully understands the way one can feel about the horseys in their life.
Went up yard as usual on Sat only to be told YO and 4 of 6 horseys are retiring to South of France. Really sad, there is one horse there that I ride regularly, rode about 8 years when she was a baby, before she went racing, who I’m absolutely in love with, no other words for it, we have been getting on brilliantly since I started back at the yard in Feb. I’m doing a X country with her on Sunday. I feel we’re pretty good together, hard to put into words but I’m sure a lot of you’ll know what I mean. It’s not just horsey, it’s YO too. I’ve been to an awful lot of yards in my area and this YO is the only one I have any real respect for, some-one I would trust fully if I had horsey of my own. And then there’s the social thing, go up at weekend, chat, muck out, ride, chat etc. It’s a really nice mature and fun yard. And now, well October, she’s off to France, damn and poo and damn, sorry for language but it’s just SOOOOOOO poo.
Other horsey was one I had on loan for 3 years. Things went a little sour with owner so one day I rode back into yard after hack (last one it turns out) to find owner waiting for me to take back tack and tell me arrangement was over, wasn’t even allowed to groom horsey down after ride.
There is a lot more to each story but I am trying to summarise. But basically, that’s it, I am never going to get attached to some-one else’s horse, don’t think I’ll ever be rich (or brave) enough to have my own, so my life is over. I know, over reaction, just a tad, but that’s kinda how it feels.
Sorry for Monday morning misery, OH tries his best, but not convinced he fully understands the way one can feel about the horseys in their life.