I remembered another from my working student days:
My local dressage club was hosting a schooling show. One of the members (whose parents were extremely well-off and extremely entitled) had arranged for the judge to take her new horse in for 60 days of training (new horse was young, excitable, and a bit too much for the girl to handle; I think he needed more settle-in time, but I digress). So first, instead of just hauling the horse to the judge’s barn, they arranged for the judge to bring her OWN trailer to the show, so they could transfer the horse there, and the judge could then haul the horse back to her own barn to start riding it. With me so far?
The day of the show, I was scribing and hanging out with the judge on the lunch break, when the girl’s parents pull in the drive, horse trailer in tow. The girl unloads the horse. From a very long distance, we could ALL see that this horse’s left knee was the size of a basketball. And the leg was wrapped from hoof to shoulder.
“What the f-” is a direct quote from the judge.
Silly horse had put his leg through a pipe gate the night before. The parents assured the judge that the vet said he was all right and just needed some stall rest. “So we thought you could take him today anyway, and do that for us too.”
Long story short, judge did not take horse home with her that day. I don’t think she ever did the 60 days on him, either. Actually, come to think on it, I never saw the girl ride the horse, either. Hmm.