I was leading Calypso back to the pasture and one of the workers dumps a bag of fertilizer and she spooks. Nothing horrid, just a jump forward. So he dumps it again, she jumps again. I turn her around so she can see the noise and what would happen but the worker comes up and GRABS her from me.
Cue body shut down as mind tries to process the nerve of the situation.
He then proceeds to lecture me in Spanish on how I clearly wasn't holding her correctly.
Me: Ummm....o.o
Then barn owner of course just stares like: o.o....
Me: *Thinking* Hello? Can you please get your employee? Kthx?
So in the mean time he's demonstrating the "proper" way to hold her, while yanking on the lead right under her head up and down.
Me:...*still wtfing*o.o
The BO is still just BLAH, and after all that I take her back. Luckily I know spanish well enough to get what he was trying to tell me, and then his son translated for me. I was just like, "don't cuss him out, don't cuss the BO out, take the horse and gooooo far, far away...." It would be one thing if indeed I wanted an iron grip on my horse, but I want her to be sound enough to handle these things one any grip or no grip at all. She shouldn't be spooking, and even if she does, she watches my darn space.
I mean COME ON. He didn't know me, nor my horse, he saw she was spooking and took the liberty to correct her and me. Well, he didn't really correct her, he was just lucky she had just come out of a long training session. Had he done this two months ago, a month ago, or even a few weeks ago she would have reared and kicked him because 1) she isn't stranger friendly 2) she isn't strange men friendly 3) she is a recovering headshy horse and 4) she just plain doesn't like people JABBING HER FACE UP AND DOWN (which is why I've been doing it a lot in both halters just in case....). I almost wish I hadn't worked with her at the time, because then she would have reared and kicked him in the darn knee. For all his lectures on safety, he failed to add in that 1) he didn't know this horse and 2) this was a horse who had enough power when out of shape to lift a 200 lb woman and 200+ lb man off their feet and DRAG them- his method wouldn't of done crap. And of course she's much fitter now. Luckily, she's also more respectful and not so bat crap insane (it helped she just came from a long session spent on "why yes, you DO have a brain you can use instead of running away").
It's like, do I interrupt your walk with your dog and proceed to tell you how to hold your leash, how to position your dog, and how you need a shockie collar for every time it growls at the dog 50 feet ahead? Was the dog touching you? Did the dog growl at you? Don't touch my damn dog and don't touch my damn horse.
I swear to god I'm going to give him my own darn Spanglish lecture if he does it again. I wish I had in the first place, but I was still in "this must be a dream, no one is this rude...." mode. Silly me. xD
Sunday, May 18, 2008
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