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When Juliet, a carriage horse in NYC collapsed and died, she was wearing Rusty’s tags. iAnd it was reported that Rusty had died. Then of course the truth came out. Mare died wearing gelding’s tags and it was not discovered until AFTER she was dead. So much for inspections.
Kind of like that horse this summer in Utah. When Jerry collapsed and was hauled off to die, the carriage people presented another grey horse as Jerry. I think they switched a mare for the dead gelding. When I saw the pix of the 2nd horse, it was obvious comparing the pix to the video of the dying Jerry being lifted at the barn and taken into the barn to die, that the mare was not Jerry. Thank God someone followed the dying horse to the barn and videotaped him being hauled around.
Some farriers, not mine, rasp the outer layer of the hoof so that it looks good. I presume that rasping would remove any “branding” of the hoof. And I know that acrylics make wonderful hooves, my farrier used acrylics to make wonderful hooves on my shelly hoofed horse years ago so that he could keep his shoes on. All one has to do is put on acrylics over a “brand” if that is what is used for identification of a carriage horse, and then apply a new brand #. Except had would presume that horses are inspected on the street daily. Which of course they are not.
and they are stalled up on 2nd floors of buildings. So I presume fire is a huge hazard for horses in shavings with hay on upper floors in portable stalls lined up on each side the whole length of a building. Sprinklers are essential. Wasn’t Shamrock Stables on City property? And did’t the city require sprinkler system in its own building?[/QUOTE]
Holy jumpin’ Jehosaphat.
Are you writing mystery novels with help from Elizabeth Forel? Sure sounds like it.
Or are you just a conspiracy nut, and extrapolate that worldview out to everything you encounter at large?
You just keep throwing the poop, hoping something will stick - even after I offered you a personal tour, at your convenience, at the busy holiday season. Offer withdrawn - no WAY do you deserve my generosity.
There is no hope for those like you who cannot bottle the acid. Did you say you were a prosecutor? Did you use those types of tactics - positing wild, unsubstantiated allegations and second-hand propaganda as fact, or insinuating as much? Blech.
How many horses and stalls and farriers do you think we have for this merry-go-round of number changing you see in your twisted dreams? It is so ludicrous as to be laughable. Yeah, people are re-branding their horses everyday @@ I take back what I said earlier - it wouldn’t even make good fiction.
As for Jerry in Utah, I’ll have you know that I personally called that owner and ripped her up and down for lying and mishandling the entire situation – I told her over and over again to just ADMIT that Jerry was dead, which she would not even admit to me, but I knew anyway. I told her that here in NYC, EVERYTHING we do is above board, that that is the ONLY way to operate; I tried to give her the benefit of my experience, she would have none of it. Utah has NOTHING to do with NYC.
As for your last paragraph - our upper floor stalls are NOT “portable” (where the hell did that come from?), nor are they always “lined up on each side of the building.” Again, you know NOTHING. And sprinklers are NOT essential - they were put in at OUR expense, pro-actively, in the absence of ANY law requiring us to do so. No, Shamrock Stables did not have a sprinkler system, WRONG AGAIN.
Lastly, I just gotta say that I get a particular tightening in my gut when I hear people like you - toxic, nasty, cynical, accusatory, unrelenting, and not open to the truth - mention the name of one of our horses. You didn’t know Juliet. She was a fantastic mare that I had the privilege to drive. I fed her, and groomed her, and spent the day with her, and put her to bed at night. She died a horrible, gruesome death, exacerbated by the lunatic, know-nothing morons who hurled invective and threatened death on her driver for trying to get her up off the street. They impeded his efforts, and took his attention away from her, and her death was worse for it.
You’re no better than they are, and you’re not fit to type her name.