I …made…it…puff, puff…wow that was a climb. /sits down.
Thread cannot end with canoes or kayaks. …edit: well three people made it here ahead of me.:lol:
I think the pony in question is going to appear on CNN in some viral video after all this!
At this rate, though, he will be long retired by the time this thread ends and won’t need a new home.
I want to write down what I think, despite it being meaningless at this point.
– I got the impression the saddle was very nice, and fit the pony, and the OP had no idea how to actually fit a saddle (it was padded up all funny, she said, like the PO wouldn’t know how to properly tack up a horse!). I would trust no amateur horse owner when they told me they had a “saddle fitter” at their beck and call who was going to make a pony a custom saddle. /eyebrow raise. Sounds like bragging, or you really don’t know what you are doing. Why wouldn’t you want the really nice tack the pony had?
I think we all can imagine what happened here, when people who seem like they have a clue show up and it’s like, ohhh no.
“We will buy the bridle because they pony went really well in it.” Sorry OP, sounds like you don’t have a clue what you are talking about. That sounds like something a dressage diva would say.
What kind of clueless barn owner has no idea what horses are coming in and out? That was scary. Barn manager is not a great communicator, either, apparently. Nice of the barn owner to call, though.
Why does anyone who isn’t the PO and has a nice farm and a good deal of money need a pony to lead their kids around on – sounds completely frivolous and short sighted. Better to put money in equine therapy sessions for the special needs child, and let the others live out their childhoods petting mommy’s horse.
On the other hand, I am sure that the OP said she would be giving pony rides to her kids not selling them. But is that really where this poor show pony should end up?
It seems to me, in the end, it was really two worlds colliding – an amatuer horse person dealing with a professional horsewoman, and neither one had any clue what the other was talking about. The PO, however, had a rude awakening when she realized exactly what she had gotten herself into when this family showed up.
I actually don’t know who the PO is, and really don’t care too much.
Excuse me now, while I eat my burrito, with guac.