To make a long story short (it's my intention) i've had my horse for 3 and a half now and it's been a difficult process due to my grandmother, i've wanted a horse all my life, i'm infatuated with the word "horse" alone. My grandmother, out of the kindness of her heart know how badly i wanted a horse i wouldn't have cared if it was god d**n purple to be honest i'd love it anyway, she bought me my first horse Rad, i personally had my heart set on the lesson horse i used for 4 years but my grandmother and her husband had their heart set on me getting this high sprung appaloosa quarter horse who is a pro barrel racer, obviously anyone can agree not the best starter horse for someone with no expierence of having a horse one on one to take care of herself. Okay now you got the basic drift of where my problem really started, Rad and i have fought on and off trying to get along for the past 3 years and it's been a difficult journey but we've conquered it and now we have an understanding with each other and we don't test each others nerves anymore and we get along great, i couldn't be happier with that fact, my big problem is my god d**n grandmother! she doesn't know a thing about horses from a hole in the ground, stupid saying but it fits here i suppose, she thinks that reading all the books she has and the magazines and what not has made her an expert on riding, maintenance, well being ect. I know what's best for my horse, i know what he can eat, can't eat, i know what he likes best ect. I know how to saddle him properly i took lessons for 4 bloody years and she has the nerve to hover over my shoulder every d**n time i'm near my horse and think she's correcting me on my "mistakes" and she'll arrange things her way then get pissy when i literally have to put it back because i know it's not the right way, she has finally left me in charge of feeding him because i'm "a whole year older and can handle it" when she almost friggen coliced my horse to death! can you believe that? she thought 3 flakes of hay and 2 god d**n cups of oats was less then enough for her "prince charming" made of spots and cockiness. I ended up staying up all night walking him around coaxing him to hold on and what not, he is great now and it's been a year, she's laid off a little but still says i'm doing everything wrong, i've attended camps to learn how to do everything the right way, i have obtained the information i learned just fine yet she doesn't believe i do a thing right. Since he's kept on her property i end up going down to the barn to clean up and ride and all of my equipment is moved, if she has read so many books and claims to know everything, then why the h**l does she assume she's right from reading a book or researching online when i've experienced everything first hand, hands on! i've gotten several people to come out and assess me on every move i made and told them i could handle the truth, i've worried myself sick wondering if i really am taking the best of care of my beloved baby boy, yea he pisses me off but i can't find comfort in knowing if i am doing what's best for him or not, i've been close to selling him thinking i wasn't doing anything right, thank god my best friend talked me out of it and i still have him, he's great and adores me, yet i can't help but have a gut feeling...am i really harming him? i've been around horses since day one. Am i overreacting? i can't handle not making my grandmother proud of me, especially when it comes to the subject i thought i had memorized like the back of my hand. Sorry for the rant, please give me your detailed thoughts on this, give me all you got i need to know.
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