Hi blogger world, it's been awhile! I've been away the past half year taking family leave and enjoying my new little one who decided to arrive on her own schedule. She took me by surprise so I didn't really get a chance to really prepare for anything and left a lot of things in a lurch. Thankfully we're doing well though and I have plenty of cute photos to share, which will come soon.
However first off, a long overdue horse update....So remember that the barn that Quest and I moved into earlier this year? Well, it didn't work out.
Our first few months at DF were wonderful, almost heavenly blissful. The drive distance was reasonable, the property was aged but immaculate, the trails were gorgeous, and most importantly Quest was out in pasture 24/7, content, and living her best horsey life. I felt so very lucky that we finally found something that hit all my must-haves plus some more.
However about two months ago, everything started to unravel. It started off with a random message from the manager J saying she was moving some her show horses and clients back home (she lives on property) so she needed the boarders to accommodate. She asked if I wanted to move Quest to a sister barn that was located an hour away. I was very confused by the request at first but after talking to a couple folks I managed to get the full story. Apparently the show clients were unhappy about the distance to the sister barn so out of convenience, J decided to move all the show horses and clients back home and severing all ties with the sister barn.
I politely declined to move, mostly because of the fact that I had two younger kids and I moved to DF to try and balance out actually being a parent with my riding hobby. But I had a feeling that the manager would be looking for any reason to try and get as many boarders out of the barn as soon as possible. From that point on, things started getting weird. The easy, laid-back vibe of the trail-riders barn became more chaotic and hectic once all the show horses came back to the barn. J moved the boarder tack trunks out and rearranged saddles to make room for her horses and client things. My tack went missing for awhile because I didn't know about the re-shuffle until after the fact.
However annoying, the final straw was J blindsiding me with a huge paragraph message that Quest's hip rubbing while she was in heat that was apparently causing damage to the fence. She gave me two choices: Find another barn or put Quest on Regumate year around via monthly injection administered by vet. She did not allow a supplement, did not allow the oral daily dose, did not want to individualize the treatment (annual was "easier" for them to manage) and there was no consulting a vet.
Bottom line, it was obvious that she wanted us out of the barn and would do anything to make it happen. My hands are full with taking care of my family. I just don't have the time and energy to deal with insanity anymore.
So we're leaving. It was a nice place while it lasted.
