Here's the question: how many times do you attempt to catch your stupid, snotty horse as it does laps around the pen with 100 feet of electric tape and a fencer bouncing behind it, before you just call it quits and shoot the damn thing in the head?
Spent all afternoon taking down rickety, temporary fencing, moving steel posts, rolling up all that bouncy, obnoxious stucco wire, applying newly purchased metal post electric wire holders, stringing newly purchased wire, re-rigging the electric cords and fencer only to have Puke Face the horse run right through the works not 24 seconds after we put her back in the pen. Then, with a tangled mess, a few posts AND the fencer bouncing behind, does a few victory laps while I walk, as calmy as possible, with gritted teeth and halter in hand to catch her. But will she be caught? Oh no! No, today she has to run and snort and make one holy mess of everything. At any moment she's going to barrel through the twisted wire perimenter fence and hurt herself and at this point all I can think, through my red hot haze of fury is that I want nothing better than to be the one to end her life myself. Stupid idiot horse! Has NO REASON in the world to run through fencing other than has ZERO respect for boundaries. Probably out there in a tangled mess even as I type this, having spent another two hours putting it all back together again! THe neighbours think I have lost my mind as I shriek, "In Scandanavia you'd be dinner now!" They think I'm yelling at the dog and everyone knows Scandanavians don't eat dogs, so the neighbours think I'm nuts.
I hate horses.
Spent all afternoon taking down rickety, temporary fencing, moving steel posts, rolling up all that bouncy, obnoxious stucco wire, applying newly purchased metal post electric wire holders, stringing newly purchased wire, re-rigging the electric cords and fencer only to have Puke Face the horse run right through the works not 24 seconds after we put her back in the pen. Then, with a tangled mess, a few posts AND the fencer bouncing behind, does a few victory laps while I walk, as calmy as possible, with gritted teeth and halter in hand to catch her. But will she be caught? Oh no! No, today she has to run and snort and make one holy mess of everything. At any moment she's going to barrel through the twisted wire perimenter fence and hurt herself and at this point all I can think, through my red hot haze of fury is that I want nothing better than to be the one to end her life myself. Stupid idiot horse! Has NO REASON in the world to run through fencing other than has ZERO respect for boundaries. Probably out there in a tangled mess even as I type this, having spent another two hours putting it all back together again! THe neighbours think I have lost my mind as I shriek, "In Scandanavia you'd be dinner now!" They think I'm yelling at the dog and everyone knows Scandanavians don't eat dogs, so the neighbours think I'm nuts.
I hate horses.