I'm ticked - gotta vent. Ready to head out
the door for work this morning, industrial-strength squeal, not a happy
sound. Fly outside, strange horse in the back yard adjoining the barn
lot. Looked familiar, quick peek, - yep, it's a stallion. My
gelding is whacko, the yearling, wide-eyed, and OH SH*T, the mare's in
heat. Got the three amigos safely stalled, now he's worked his
way around to another section of fence, leaning, calling, pushing. Got the
gate open to the barn lot, he's more than happy to go on in. Into the
house, few quick phone calls, somebody thinks they know who he belongs to.
Hop in the car, zip up the road, pound on the door (what in the world are they
doing still asleep?), finally answer, and yes, they own
the stallion. Show up pretty quick (did I threaten to shoot him if
they didn't? probably). Politely and calmly I explain this is not the
first time he's come a calling, I have a mare in heat, he was trying his
best to take down my fence (and I didn't even mention the gouges in the
saturated lawn). Did he apologize? thank me for taking the trouble to
secure the horse and track him down ? Did this yahoo have a
clue why I was not happy, that this being a stallion kind of made a
difference? No, no, and no. His only response was to yammer on and on about
"everybody else's horses" that get loose and come into his yard. I was not
tactful. I was not nice. (I was not shrill). I simply let him know
that if there was a next time, the only notice he would get would be to come
pick up the carcass.
Thank you. I feel better
now.
p.s. when I left, the Slut was still looking
for him; she has NO taste, he was plug-ugly!
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