Fran, an acquaintance of mine, called me yesterday afternoon and left me a message. She said she had just came back this past weekend from a huge ranch-horse dispersal sale in South Dakota (I think?) Anyhow, it was out of the state of Oklahoma. Her message said she brought back a good crop of colts all coming 2 years old after the first of the year. She has 3 lovely bays, 2 colts and 1 filly. Knowing my preference for bay horses Fran wanted me to come check them out. She also mentioned one of them was a blood Bay. Scooter is a standard normal bay color, a blood bay horse’s coat has a mahogany color to it with the black markings. Hence the word blood.
Altho I am not in the market for a youngster….I am eager to go lay eyes on her new mess of equines. Maybe tomorrow Wee One and I will make a short road trip over to her perfect little horse ranch West of here. Fran always did have a good eye for excellent horses…..
Now that I will definately be able to ride Scooter at least once a week. I am at a dilemma. He is barefoot with winter coming on. I do not necessarily want to ride him barefoot tho. Yesterday I took care in watching the terrain over which we rode. He is not sore at all but there is always a chance that he might. He has excellent hooves but I ve always taken great preventive measures to care for his feet, meaning good shoes while trail riding. I have tried those new rubber/molding shoes but they do not seem to stick as well on Scooter’s hooves. After a short time they become loose and then sliding, then eventually lopside or flopping-which in is worse than no shoes at all. I called my farrier and left him a message inquiring what he suggests about this. I really do not want shoes all winter but then again I do not want the Old Guy’s feet sore either…..sigh.
This morning after I deposited son #1 off at Junior High, I ran over to my local feed store to talk to the owner about some alfalfa bales and to get some local gossip, and a free cup of java while Wee One terrorized the feed store’s kittens. The owner was not there yet, late-unusual for him. So, instead of waiting, I zipped on over to Daylight donuts to get TT a few donut holes and me a cup of coffee. My friend E.T.’s big red Ford was sitting out front so TT and I went in and sat next to her and her daughter who is a few months younger than TT. We were chatting and catching up when ET’s neighbor came in. ET and I both groaned and prayed she would not head our way. But of course, we couldnt be so lucky. She snatched up her dozen donuts and shoved her big, flashdance clothed hiney over to our table, she was getting sideways looks from all of the cowboys and oilfield workers as she heaved her haughty ass thru their chairs. A rude woman, she is. I absolutely cannot tolerate this woman. I started gathering up my things and put on TT’s coat for a fast getaway. ET was writing down a phone number to a farrier her mother used that shoes with a special kind of rubbberized shoe that he buys in Colorado. The gaited horse people are fond of them, ET informed me. The gaited horse people that mainly endurance trail ride. I was interested in this for sure.
Well, Ms.Flashdance Pants poked her nose into our conversation. She told me, I need to get regular shoes put on Scooter and blah blah blah, this lady has no idea about me or my horse, in fact I can count on 1 hand how many times she has seen The Old Guy. That would be the same amount of times I have ever spoken to the atrocious woman. She has a set of Pat Parelli videos so she thinks this makes her the Horse Whisperer.
know-it-alls like her bother me….
I ignored her and made a hasty getaway. I did not trust myself. I was on the verge of shouting:
“your poor lackluster gelding needs a good worming and not to mention 100 pounds. Feed the poor animal! You ride like your about to take flight off your horse the way you flap your arms about, its just scary! to horses AND people. Another thing, you are 50 years old. Lose the 80’s flashdance costume!”
As I made my retreat, I heard her informing ET she was meeting with her lawyer about another law suit. That lady takes the cake! She has sued half of the establishments in town for this, that, and the other. Most of them frivolous!
I worked for Wal-Mart home office. Until I decided what a crock the insurance business was and also that I was NOT nor EVER would I be Wal-Mart material (thats a whole other post but I signed legal documents promising my silence).
I was an insurance Case Manager for litigated claims, many at Supreme Court level. One day shortly before I resigned from my low paying, high-stress, making me travel constantly out of state job, Ms. Flashdance Pants stopped over at ET’s parents house to visit while I was there. She had the gall to ask me about a liability claim she had against a Wal-Mart in Oklahoma. I just laughed and told her “Sure, you stand a chance for a settlement.” That could not have been farther from the truth, mean, I know. A big fat lie I told, I know but like I said, I never speak to this woman,I could not believe her nerve of asking me such stuff blatantly. Her claim did not stand a chance in hell with Wal-Mart’s hired gun attorneys. They have resources that even the CIA would be envious of. …..
ranting is over…whew!
Look who I caught sneaking a drink of water yesterday evening. A little gray cat. I put some dog chow out for him/her when I fed the Old Guy his dinner. It was going to be a chilly night and I couldnt stand the thought of the gray little kitty going hungry. It was gone this morning, not sure if the kitty ate it but something sure did!