I came out of the bathroom after leaving my big darling in the crossties to find a man and his daughter (age 8) petting him. I was ok with that as he was a big dope that didn’t bite. However . . . when the man informed his daughter that “see this honey, it’s a brand cause this is an american mustang”. I said hello, asked if I could help them and informed him that no, “it’s a freeze brand, it’s a warmblood, blah blah blah”.
Nope, this man insisted that my horse was a mustang, wanted to know how old he was when he was caught and where in the country he came from.
I’m still trying to find out what the hell these folks want! Nope not a mustang buddy, a warmblood, born in Germany, flew all the way over here on an airplane . . . get it?
“Nope it’s a mustang lady, I know my horses”. Luckily my trainer came around the corner and took over, seems little missy wanted lessons, jumping lessons. Small problem . . . .we were a dressage barn.
Mustang my ass. 17.2 mustang, yup they sure do grow em big in Montana eh!?
The moral to our story, signs at gate “no trespassing, appointment only, no public access”. Folks just forced open the gate and came in. There is even a phone number at the gate for access. Nope come on in and help yourselves people!