In no particular order...
I boarded at a place in college where I was able to work off the majority of my board. The BO's daughter was my age and had gone to the same school I was attending, but had temporarily dropped out. So I knew her, but not very well at first. Over time, I ended up becoming pretty good friends with the family and I stayed there one summer to work.
|red says, "i know where this is going..."|
They were crazy, thrived off of drama, and their business practices actually ended up called into question by higher authorities. I saw a lot of behavior from them that was questionable, but never really put the horses at risk.
One summer though, they got mad at another boarder (it was primarily a retirement farm, but a few other college kids also kept their horses there) for who knows what reason, and they decided to withhold the daily electrolyte every other horse got added to their morning grain. To top that off, because they didn't like the horse much either, at each feeding they spit into his grain.
I ended up pulling Red out on zero notice because they went on a rampage when Hubby and I got together and I wasn't spending all my time there anymore. They wouldn't speak to me unless it was to say something rude, and they kept making up barn rules on the spot to go against whatever I was doing. Truly vindictive people, and I'm glad I have zero contact with them anymore.
A couple summers ago I joined a last minute clinic at my current barn. The clinician was a former rider of BO's and has gone on to be a somewhat BNR. I wrote a blog recap of it explaining my frustrations about not getting any constructive feedback, or really any feedback at all, and generally feeling alienated because I wasn't in BO's lesson program and for not being a hunter or jumper rider.
|my micklem bridle was deemed "ugly" and consequently dismissed. uh, sorry?|
About a week after the clinic, I was called into BO's office to discuss the post. Apparently BO had gotten a phone call from the clinician telling her I was ripping BO's program apart and completely slandering her in my blog. I was blown away and ended up breaking down and crying I was so insulted.
I'm not afraid to express my opinion or displeasure on my blog, but I do try to keep other people's identity on the down low, and I'd certainly never publicly tear someone to shreds over a few stupid comments that I quickly brushed off. I don't feel like I've ever threatened BO's business on here, nor put her through the ringer.
BO was incredibly understanding about the whole thing though, and she assured my she saw absolutely nothing that upset her. She was professional and sympathetic and remains so to this day about what happened. I appreciate that, but the drama that a couple of people tried their hardest to start over it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
At the barn I boarded at before I moved to my current barn, there were a whole host of problems I could rage on about. If there's anyone I would slander on this blog, it would be the owner of that barn. I even called the SPCA on him when I left, and I was not the only former boarder to do so. No turn out in the winter (paddocks were padlocked); you could turn out in summer in one of the two paddocks, but you had to come do it yourself; he would take any extra hay you put in your horse's stall out even though no one was getting enough; things would go missing; he'd try to talk about everyone behind their backs; and on and on.
|the place was gorgeous however. bobby's first trail ride was around one of the fields.|
The final straw was the evening I returned from a show and found that Red's grain had been fed to someone else. I was buying my own grain and supplements with no cost off board and individually bagging them. It was late enough when we got back that everyone had already been fed their dinner. Red's bucket was empty and so was his PM grain bag.
I went off on an epic rant to another boarder that happened to be around, and she told me the next day that BO explained to her that he must have just "accidentally" fed Red's grain to Bobby....you know, on top of Bobby's grain.
Yeah, no. That month, as I was trying to find a home for Bobby so I could move Red out of there, I saw some of my grain spilled in front of another horse's stall that was supposed to be getting the barn's mill feed. BO was feeding my expensive grain to whoever he felt like, and my horses were literally starving because of it. I was there for eight months too many, and I still feel guilty I didn't get out sooner.
What about you guys? What are your craziest crazy people encounters?