I told him I would gladly go and pick my horse up and take him to my friend's barn. He flipped out saying that the man who's place my horse is at doesn't like people coming over. Let me clue you all in on something, the man that doesn't like people to come over is a Preacher at a local church. Yeah, I am sure he doesn't like visitors. He went on and on about how he was so sorry. I am not buying it. I told him I could come and get my horse. He then tells me that he is almost to the barn he was supposed to bring my horse to. He was going to ride someone else's horse and he was running late. Let me tell you my face was red. I then said, "I can come and get him I am sure the Preacher would not mind at all if I go over there and pick up my own horse." The trainer then promised that he would have the horse there in the morning and would meet me there so I could ride him. He promised me. But that thing is he promised me that last Friday too.
I am so sick and tired of every time I ask to go see my horse there is a magical rain cloud above his house and he can't ride. There are trailer issues, broken hands, more rain, more excuses. The entire time he has had my horse I have seen him twice. I am so mad I could cry. He has no idea how excited I am from the time I wake up in the morning until the time comes for me to go and ride. I get so excited to go and ride. It is my escape.
I told my trainer that if my horse was not at that barn tomorrow morning he was going to see ugly become unglued. And then my husband and my father in law said they didn't have anything planned tomorrow and they would love to go and meet that nice Preacher man. So, finally tomorrow if nothing happens and my horse is not there, oh boy I will feel bad for the so called "horse trainer".
And because I can not have a post with out a picture. This is my back up. They are ready to unleash a can of whoop a%* on anyone who make's their mamma mad. I love you boys.