In real life I knew a woman a few miles from me who had a stallion and several mares and who was breeding a popular color breed. She seemed very knowledgeable about her horses, concerned for their welfare, had a working relationship with a vet, made sure they had pasture or hay or both, kept them watered etc etc. She was friendly and let me ride one of her mares.
But she never fixed up her nasty junky shelters or rusting, saggy, hot wire/barbed/wire/field fence fencing. She used bedsprings and similar junk for gates and corners. She called me in a big fat panic one cold winter morning to help her with a newborn foal who’d ripped its third eyelid OUT on a nasty, rusty nail. No foaling stall, no hell no.
She kept acquiring more stock, eventually breeding anything as long as it had color. Didnt matter if it was registered anything, appys, duns, paints, you name it. Just puttin color babies on the ground. Except when the mares aborted, or died foaling. Still, a lot of the foals that did hit the ground had spots, blankets, or stripes (some had all three) and that evidently was what she wanted. The survivors are unthrifty animals that dont (on the few occasions when I can make myself ride by the place) look wormed or to be getting any foot care. God only knows what their vaccination status is or if any of the herd has had a Coggins pulled ever.
She didnt sell many. Eventually she had maybe 30 horses on her place. Pasture went to hell. She finally left the area, leaving most of her horses fending for themselves, but apparently comes back once in a while to sell off a few. A lot went to a sale where my riding buddy overheard this woman brag about the alleged bloodlines and how often these stunted little weanlings had been handled and so on.
She used to dress up real nice and show, too. I’m pretty sure people at the shows, no more than people at the sales, knew squat about what conditions were like at her place.
And no, never never did I have grounds to call AC, because there was hay or grass, and there was a pond or other access to water.
She KNEW better, I swear she did. She was rational in all respects except for collecting more color.
She had I’m sure different issues from whatever is going on with PP but folks, it is just not pretty when some folks start breeding horses and keep at it despite poor finances, infrastructure, and life circumstances that mean the fence never gets fixed, the horses never get wormed, the pens never get mucked out…
My own horsekeeping standards are pretty minimal, God knows. I am blessed with enough land that I dont have to pick apples and a mild climate so I can provide minimal shelter. But when I lived on a tiny place on a busy road I worked my butt off to keep the horses in and the flies down and the non horsey neighbors on three sides just as happy as I could.