Rephrase: I am a barrel racer when I'm not paying vet/farrier bills.
Correction: I am a barrel racer when I have extra money after paying credit card/cable bills/student loans/trailer payments and NOT begging Husband to pay for said vet/farrier bills.
Yeah, that about sums it up.
Two weeks ago, I took my broke barrel horse, Cash, to the vet for injections. It wasn't that bad, shockingly! But just when we have everything set and there are no more upcoming horse bills we have to pay for, my filly goes and does this:
Husband was pulling into the pasture with the truck and trailer so we could unload shaving I had purchased that day. The horses we by their stalls investigating what I was up to, so we didn't think anything of it. Rosie noticed the gate was open and decided that an adventure sounded like a FANTASTIC idea. Long story short, horse shoes DO NOT agree with pavement and she went sliding across our road. We thought it was just a road rash, so we left it along.
Two days later, she had a hematoma about the size of my fist... then it was the size of a grape fruit... then it was a basketball... and today, it looks like a black woman's ass. SHA-BAM! HUGE! *faceplam* She's walking on the toe of her hoof and trying VERY hard to not put weight on it. She's also being very sweet, a big indicator that something is wrong. The word "sweet" is not in Rosalene's vocabulary. Saucy is more like it.
Needless to say, we finally called the vet.
Moral of the story: Don't buy horses. And if you have to buy a horse, buy a gelding.
See? They're just so much sweeter.
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